It was 3 p.m. at the Queens Center for Gay Seniors in Jackson Heights. Twenty people arranged wooden chairs in a circle for their weekly meeting on a Wednesday afternoon. The Center is located in a synagogue, but it is not decorated with religious symbols.
With no known cure for dementia and Alzheimer's, a patient and a Reverend discuss the stigma surrounding the condition.
On a spring day in 2019, Ashley*, a New York-based sex worker, tried to log into her Capital One banking app, only to learn that it wouldn’t work. A week later, she received a check with her remaining balance, and her name misspelled. The bank
Roughly half of the 500 New York delivery workers surveyed have experienced an accident or crash
A man in his dark plaid shirt and black pants was sitting alone at the bar in Sapps, a newly-opened Japanese restaurant between 112th Street and Broadway. He looked down to check his phone. Dan McSweeney has been an active member of the Morningside Heights Community
Amid Iran’s protests, a little known ethnic group demands a recognition of its struggles.
Nearly 10 years ago, a federal judge ordered the New York City Fire Department to hire a more diverse workforce that reflects the city’s demographics, and to foster a firehouse culture that is welcoming to employees of all backgrounds. And, while some progress has been
Go inside The People's Forum in this place piece.
Roger Manning pauses mid-sentence every time a helicopter flies over Governors Island. It’s a habit he picked up when he was working as a musician in the New York City subway system. Whenever a train entered the station, he’d stop singing, as if shielding himself
Joyce Overton went to court one morning in November to ask for help. With her hair tied back in a bun and the word “love” scrawled across her shirt, Overton stepped up to the judge’s bench to explain that, for weeks, she had to feed
The street vendors lining Roosevelt Avenue face instability amidst police warnings and the impending winter, but need to sell food on the street to feed themselves.
Innocent Mandrake walked into a bar in New York City one Sunday evening. With his white hair and an entourage of friends, he chose the historic Ear Inn as his watering hole. He grabbed a table in the back. Jackson Siporin came over to take his
