Facing Forward

From Where I Sit

last post

The End of Something Is The Same As The Beginning of Something Else

Typically I have a hard time letting go and moving on.  Now that I’m aware of this I make a real effort to let go and move on when I feel the time is right.

The next post on this blog will be for the sale of my book Project Chic to Paulie.  It is the idea that led to the beginning of this blog and it will mark the end of it (at least for a while).

I want to thank everyone who supported me and all of my ambitions to be a successful writer.  I learned a ton about myself and others that I believe will enrich my life for years to come.

And I want to thank all of the people I’ve never met who came to the blog (even if only for a second).  I enjoyed feeling apart of a community beyond my physical reach.

It’s Not Stamped On Your Forehead opens tomorrow so if you don’t have your ticket you can get it today – NatashaCobb.com

Performance Dates – 8/1 7:45pm  8/3 6pm   8/5 7:15pm

Project Chic to Paulie goes on sale September 30th.  It will be available for purchase on this site and NatashaCobb.com

It’s been my pleasure writing and sharing part of my life on this site but it’s time to move on.

One Last Mental Health Tip – No One Will Take Care Of You Better Than You!


It’s the end and the beginning at once –

those are some of the best times!



Facing Forward

From Where I Sit

June 14 17 1

A Journey Worth Taking

A big part of life is about opportunities – the opportunities we are given, the opportunities we are not given, the opportunities we accept, and the opportunities we pass by.

There is no one person who can really guide you on which paths to take though everyone will have an opinion.

It won’t be clear if you’ve made the right decision until after you’ve made it.

And sometimes the people who you think are supporting you are actually hoping that you fail.

But learn to own your decisions.  Sometimes a well laid out plan actually works.


Facing Forward

From Where I Sit

June 28 17 1

Close & Comfortable

One of the moments I love on the subway is when I look around the car and see plenty of empty seats but two strangers are sitting right next to one another.  Neither is irritated by the others presence so neither one of them gets up to move to a different seat.  I watch them very closely waiting for someone to move over.  And when it never happens I marvel at how at ease two strangers can be in each other’s space.

The other day it happened to me.  I sat in a corner seat just me and another person as the train emptied.  I waited to see if the woman sitting next to me would get up.  It occurred to me that I was perfectly comfortable and the effort it would take to get up and go to another seat was not worth disturbing my comfort.  And the woman sitting next to me must have felt the same way because neither one of us moved until it was time to exit the train.

It was a notable moment for me because I practically never feel comfortable sitting close to strangers.  If there is free space in some other part of the train I always move.  But not that day.

Sometimes it’s more comfortable to share personal space than it is to enlarge it.

Facing Forward

From Where I Sit

June 26 17 1


Recently all of the train stations along the 3 line in Brownsville have been renovated.  Standing on a smooth platform with new metal seats and clean siding I was happy at the encouraging sign of good things to come.

But it occurred to me as I walked up the five flights of stairs to the elevated train that it would have been nicer if the renovations included an escalator or an elevator.

There are no subways in Brownsville that are accessible for anyone who is in the least bit handicapped.  And speaking honestly everyone in NYC knows that it’s almost impossible to travel on the subway in a wheelchair or with a cane.  The train is for those of us who can stand for long periods of time, walk down endless halls, and climb up and down seemingly never ending flights of stairs.

Why does being handicapped mean so much of the city is off limits?

Yes, it would take a ton of money to change everything but a few more escalators and a bit less stairs could make everyone’s day a lot more pleasant.  And maybe then we would get along a bit better packed in tunnels with less freedom than the rats that run wild beneath the tracks.

Facing Forward

From Where I Sit

June 19 17

Being Alone v. Being Independent

I think women are taught that being independent means that you have to be alone.  For some reason simply sharing your life and time with someone you care about means that you are dependent on them.

Independence is a state of mind.  It gives you the power to speak up, walk away from toxic relationships, and build bridges with people who have hurt you.

Independence is strength.  Strength that is long lasting.  You can be alone and insecure.  You can be alone and depressed.  But independence comes with optimism and ambition to work towards a better future.

I Am Independent.  I am Dependent. I am Depended Upon. It’s the best way to be. 

Facing Forward

From Where I Sit

May 10 17 4

No Spare Change

This past week I was on the train and two little Black girls – one no older than 10 and the other no older 8 – walked through the train with very neat crayon drawings offering to sell them to people on the train.

Now I have no need for the drawing of a 10 year old but I couldn’t just let them walk by.  I glanced through the train looking for the parent who had skillfully blended with the other passengers on the train.  Unable to figure out who was with them I gave the youngest girl the money I could spare.  She did not offer me a drawing but silently rolled up the money and pushed it down into her jacket pocket.

But this is a disturbing trend that I have noticed on the subway recently – very young Black children selling snacks or now homemade drawings on the subway.  Sometimes they are alone and sometimes they are in groups of two or three.

I just wonder how in need the family must be to send their youngest children into the subway to try to get money for food, shelter, or life’s other needs.  And what does it say of us when we ignore children in need?

On a separate occasion a young Black boy got onto my subway car selling candy to raise money for his basketball team.  I did not give.  Honestly I was a bit fatigued.  There’s no way I have enough money to give to every child on the subway who asks.  The need is great and sometimes I find myself thinking – it’s a kid someone will give something.

But in this instance the boy walked through the entire train and just one woman gave him anything.  She watched him walk through the length of the car and not receive anything.  She gave him what she could spare and he left to move onto the next car.

Once he was gone she got up and yelled at everyone on the train.  We were all pieces of shit acting as if we’d never been on hard times and ignoring the needs of the young boy.  A man sitting next to her tried to reason with her and calm her down as she cursed out everyone on the train (but Black riders in particular) and eventually she settled down.

It’s just the thing about homelessness and poverty in this country is that it hardens the people who are doing well.  We pass by the person in the wheelchair.  We completely ignore people who are clearly sick and suffering.  And now we turn away from children hoping not to make eye contact so we can avoid saying no to their faces.

I have given and I have been shamed.  And I have to live with it.  We all live with it.

The question is what happens when we’ve all had enough and are we even close to that point?



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