Much Ado About One Gal’s Tattoo: City Leaves Its Mark
When asked why I got my brand-new tattoo, I like to say that New York made me do it. The single, two-inch-long wing on my left hip—gracefully angled to the slant of my hipbone—isn’t a product of a drunken night, or a dare, or even a breakup-induced clamor for clarity. No, this lovely piece of Read More
