Our bags and our boxes are unpacked. Our furniture has been pushed and pulled into place. We’re ostensibly all moved in over here, but the truth is we’re still firmly in the neither here…
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This weekend I celebrated a very dear friend‘s birthday with a balmy bike ride through Brooklyn. Sweat poured down my back and pooled in the crooks of my elbows but there was a breeze…
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Yesterday was my thirty-sixth birthday, which was the perfect time to daydream about a quiet evening spent fancy-free in a city garden. The soundtrack would be all spinning sprinklers and clinking flatware and laughter…
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Our indoor reality right now includes a lot of keeping small humans from mauling each other, making and cleaning up meals at an astonishing rate, and trying to find a quiet corner in 500…
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As a child, my grandfather lived above an undertaker’s shop on West 25th Street. The building, like my grandfather, is no longer with us, but my uncle sent a photograph of it this week,…
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We’re staying home, we’re staying masked, we’re staying far away from everyone we know (and also everyone we don’t) as we do our part to flatten the curve and slow the spread of the…
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What sounds better than a fall afternoon spent hiking through fallen leaves, baking fresh bread, and sitting by the fire with a hot cup of espresso and a good book. For men—or anyone—here’s a…
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It’s the time of year for gathering friends, lighting candles, piling bowls high with something decadent and filling, and hatching plans to dismantle the patriarchy once and for all. In reality, I made these…
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A few weeks ago, over coffee at our favorite place to catch up and brainstorm ideas, I told Rose that underneath my flowing gown of a dress there was a very unexpected and very…
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Tip # 187: Know your colors. Lots of people come into my space, or catch glimpses of it online, and what they see is not color, but its absence. It’s true, there’s no riot…