The Wild Hunt (https://wildhunt.org/tag/brooklyn)
“Under a sliver of new moon and the sound of church bells,” writes Meg Elison, “the town Witch was sat in the corner of the café with her tarot cards spread out, ready to read for the people of this small Berkshires town.” (The Witch is Meg.)
I thought I was a strong swimmer. But I was also seventeen, and I thought I knew everything. It was hot, and the Delaware River was refreshingly cool. I can do this, I said to myself, perhaps a little too confidently. I stood at the bank of the Pennsylvania side, with my eye on a small sandy landing across the river in New Jersey.
“I still can’t believe you’re moving there. That neighborhood is dangerous.” At that point, I had already had this conversation way too many times, with way too many well-meaning friends who simply couldn’t see past their prejudice. It seemed that every cup of coffee over the past month came with a free intervention attempt. It was getting quite tiring, and my patience was wearing rather thin.