My grandmother’s whereabouts remain largely unknown. Well, to me they do. Naturally, my parents know exactly where she’s buried, and I know that place is somewhere in the New York metropolitan area. I remember driving from the funeral home in White Plains, sitting in the backseat with a rabbi who spoke to me like I Read More
Oh, I’ve been to Prague.
It was 1999, and I stood on the Charles Bridge and went to one of Kafka’s houses and drank the coffee and the beer (both of which were better over there, truly). And I thought it would cure me of my obsession with the movie Kicking & Screaming, Noah Baumbach’s Read More
For some reason, flights heading toward a place always seem to be filled with people from that place. Why is this? Should the seats not be filled with a 50/50 ratio of natives to tourists? We all leave home and then we all return, with the possible exception of escaped convicts. Or people from Bali Read More
All of us have access to a set of cocktail-party facts that it seems like we were just born knowing. Mine tend to be seasonal. Winter: Snizzle is a kind of slow-falling hail. Autumn: Historically, more serial killers have struck in the fall than any other season. Summer: Ice cream makes you hotter.
Actually, Read More
All of us have access to a set of cocktail-party facts that it seems like we were just born knowing. Mine tend to be seasonal. Winter: Snizzle is a kind of slow-falling hail. Autumn: Historically, more serial killers have struck in the fall than any other season. Summer: Ice cream makes you hotter.
Actually, I Read More
Dear Neighbors,
Everyone has a right to a Saturday night, but—especially as summer approaches—please try to remember that you live on a very residential block, and when you start blaring the Killers, U2 and Kanye West on a constant loop from 2 p.m. to 5 a.m., it can make your neighbors want to throw things Read More
Dear Neighbors,
Everyone has a right to a Saturday night, but—especially as summer approaches—please try to remember that you live on a very residential block, and when you start blaring the Killers, U2 and Kanye West on a constant loop from 2 p.m. to 5 a.m., it can make your neighbors want to throw Read More
A few nights ago, my sister called from her cell phone to make dinner plans in Manhattan. Two minutes into the conversation, I said, “I don’t know—what about that place with the chopsticks that don’t splinter? … You’re at an A.T.M. in a bodega, aren’t you?”
“What? Yes.”
“The hollow bleeping sound when you type Read More
A few nights ago, my sister called from her cell phone to make dinner plans in Manhattan. Two minutes into the conversation, I said, “I don’t know—what about that place with the chopsticks that don’t splinter? … You’re at an A.T.M. in a bodega, aren’t you?”
“What? Yes.”
“The hollow bleeping sound when you type Read More
I know it seems like a late start, but I was 22 my first time. Like many women in New York, I lost it in the back of a cab. Unlike many-I got it back the next day.
A man showed up at the address printed on my first business card and asked the receptionist Read More
