It’s a rainy September Tuesday in New York City, and fall is finally starting to make its presence felt. The summer was warm. Some would say balmy, or maybe humid. Whatever you want to call it, I thought it was hot as hell, and I don’t like hot weather.… Continue Reading
So Monday rolled around, and it was a rough wake-up call that real life had returned. I had a great weekend, and I wanted it to last forever, but the calendar waits for no man.
Sunday was my birthday, but my mother and older brother took me out on Saturday, a more festive day, to celebrate at a great sushi restaurant named Mido on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.… Continue Reading
I wake up on Monday morning, MLK Day 2017 and four days before Trump’s inauguration, and immediately feel a visceral need to leave my home borough of Queens. I grew up in Manhattan – also known as The City – so every few days I need my dose of the bright lights.… Continue Reading