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When you move house, everything is unsettled. You can’t find the scissors. You trip on the edge of the bed. You hear every creak in the floor, every tick of the pipes. Your stuff is in, but it’s nowhere near … Continue reading
There’s a an old joke that I think of whenever I pick thyme leaves off the little plant that’s survived windowsills, balconies and back to a window sill again, hardy as can be. “You want to hear a joke about … Continue reading
“I wouldn’t recommend a lizard,” said Heidi. We were at my Grandma’s drinking tea when the subject of pets had come up.
When my sister was little she had a pet rabbit. It was probably the best rabbit in the entire world, we thought. For example, it once peed on an ex boyfriend of mine.
So it turns out, there are 2 places that can equally be described as the corner or 4th and something in Brooklyn, but I didn’t know that as I typed the directions into my iPhone and set off across the … Continue reading
As Fall colors start to paint the country in shades of fire, two friends of our recently returned from a hiking holiday, which they described in glowing terms apart from one small setback:
This Dinner Will Get You Laid – butterflied herb chicken and roasted corn salad for the last BBQ of summer
Labor Day is almost upon us, and it feels like the crossroads of the seasons; Summer just behind us, Fall just ahead. My favorite fruit stall at the Union Square Farmer’s Market is right on the thematic money, with peaches … Continue reading
“Just older, not wiser,” was Alan’s take on turning 40, as we sat down to – what else – chicken with 40 cloves of garlic and a bottle of champagne.
Easy Summery Friday Night Dinner Party for 6 – gin chicken with roasted potatoes olives and tomatoes
My friend Dee invited me to be her plus one at the opening of the Churchill exhibit at the Morgan Library. “It’s a 2 hour drinks reception and Boris Johnson will be there!”
Living in New York can feel like living on a movie set – and not just because there are movies shooting all over town. A friend of mine who works at The Whitney watches a crew move in every night … Continue reading