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This blog is a book!

25 Feb

BROOKLYN, Feb. 25 — The Guide for New New Yorkers is out, y’all.

Click here to purchase your copy at 20 percent off (sale starts this afternoon) for its debut week ONLY, and scroll down for the full table of contents.

More about the Guide: The advice you’ve come to rely on now fits in your purse or briefcase. Based on the most-read posts from, The Guide for New New Yorkers goes beyond guidebooks and Google to help young professionals build a happy life in their adopted city of New York. Writer/editor Sarah Protzman Howlett humorously parlays her own New York journey into an encouraging book of essays, advice and practical lists.

Click the image to enlarge the table of contents.

On a personal note, I never would’ve done this second book without your wonderful support for my 2009 memoir, Two Years in New York City. Thank you, readers, family and friends.


9/11/01: A firsthand account

11 Sep

I only know one person who was downtown on 9/11, and today I’ve invited her, my dear friend Gina, to tell her story. May it remind us all of the lasting effects of that day, and that everyone who experienced a loss on that day is a real person.

After one semester at Pace University, I decided it was time to move on. Unlike many other students attending that semester, it wasn’t because of September 11, however I understand the reasons many would leave. I’ll never forget the cloud that covered our windows that day, or the people running past our building, or the confusion of everyone around me. I was only two blocks away.

The morning of was as normal as ever. I was studying for my Business Law class when we heard a loud blast and felt our building shake. Agreeing it was most likely a subway accident, we went to class. Minutes later, I left my class to see the destruction of the twin towers. In disbelief, I sat near the phone booths; I did everything I could not to look out those windows again. I felt safe by the phones. Students kindly offered me quarters to call home (cell phones were barely working at this point) and asking me to walk home with them, figuring leaving Manhattan was the safest idea.

But I knew I couldn’t go home without making sure the two people that I knew were in New York were OK — my dad and a childhood friend. I planned to find them once my cell phone started working, however, as I was about to leave the building we were told it’s not safe and we had to stay inside, that we should even go to the second and third levels because of debris coming through the doors. Shortly after, we were all told we must leave because the stability of the building was at risk. Terrified to walk the streets alone, I dragged my feet trying not to listen to the outburst of a man begging to use the payphone knowing his daughter was in one of the towers that morning.

I sat for a minute, not sure where to head to next, and a police officer abruptly told me I must leave the area immediately. I finally got in touch with my stepmother and knew where to head to find my father; he was waiting for me. She told me she loved me before we hung up as if she might not get to say it again.

I walked past a government building and another police officer told me I must turn my cell phone off immediately. He explained something about information being transmitted? I followed his instructions, but without my cell phone I felt lost and alone. My walk uptown to find my father was heartwarming. The people of New York City already had signs up for free water and blankets. Although in shock, we knew it was a time to come together.

Farther uptown, the mood changed. There weren’t any signs and there was more indifference, as if I had changed cities from one block to the next. Even so, there was a solemn tone to the city.

I didn’t get home until about 10 p.m. After I walked over the Manhattan Bridge with my Dad, I saw the smoke taking over the Brooklyn sky.

I went back to school after a couple weeks. They couldn’t open right away because the dust and debris would be detrimental to our health and they were reviewing the stability of the building. My subway only went as far as Canal Street the rest of the semester, so I would had to walk the same walk I did on that day. Sometimes I took a different route, because although the signs of support that were hung so proudly out of the Lower East Side establishments were endearing, they were also a sordid reminder that we are not invincible.

I rarely have nightmares anymore. When I do, I am always with someone I love, and of course I’m with my cat. The care I noticed from New Yorkers on that day has reminded me we are not entirely alone, even in our darkest hour. It is for this reason that I will always love New York.

“Should I sublet over the holidays?”

1 Dec

In New York City, doing the math on what you’re paying for your apartment when you’re on holiday vacation is  downright painful. Sooner or later, it occurs to all of us*: Oh, the money you’d save by subletting!

But if you’re not living alone (and if you’re reading this blog slash new to the city, you’re probably not), getting it right can be an onerous, complicated process that could go south before you can say cha-ching. There are situations that can work, however, and here are some things to think about:

• PLEASE check with your roommates first. You need to consider their comfort level with a stranger being on the premises, too, especially if they’ll be gone over the holidays as well, and their bedrooms don’t have doors that lock from the outside. Most don’t.

• Post your ad on Facebook. That way, you can be dealing with friends of friends. If that doesn’t work and you still really want to do this, and dedicate the time to vetting a stranger, read on.

• If you’re going the Craigslist route, approach it as a hiring manager would. Get references, both professional and person, proof of employment, and meet with them in person. You will get a gut feeling, and it will be correct. If you don’t have time to be thorough, no amount of money saved will be worth the unease.

• Store your valuables at a friend’s place while you’re gone, or take them with you. Even if the person you’re subletting to would never dream of stealing, you do not want to tempt them regardless.

• Make the rules clear. I’d recommend confining their use of the apartment to the bedroom and bathroom, and not offering up extensive use (or any use) of your cookery. Ask that they bring their own bedding, towels and toiletries, even if you are somehow connected to this person.

• Name your price. You probably won’t be able to charge $400 a night for your small quarters, but hell, if you’re not going to profit handsomely from this, there is no point in taking the risks and time it takes to do it right. That said, negotiate.

Has anyone done this, or knows someone who has, who wants to weigh in?

*Full disclosure: I have never done this myself — I am merely part of the tempted masses.