Brian Williams of The 11th Hour on MSNBC closed out his newscast the other evening like this. “Now we begin five weekends of August and then it’s time to start thinking about Thanksgiving!” That seemed a uniquely NY take, not unlike the iconic New Yorker’s View of the World cartoon of yore. What up, August?
‘Tis the season of whine. It’s too hot. The subway is a sauna. The streets are melting. I wish I were at the beach. I wish we were in the country. Our air conditioning barely cools. I’ll take hostages before I use my oven again. We spend all winter awaiting the dog days and then
In light of this week’s news from the border, the above image is almost unbearable, right? In one breath, a child and parent celebrating diversity and acceptance. In another, from the turbulent waters of the Rio Grande, the diametric opposite. How can we derive hope from despair? Pride has changed. Before my son came out
M.F.K. Fisher. Ruth Reichl. Michael Pollan. Every generation produces a writer or two who unfailingly embraces the ethos of food and is driven to capture it in their own ineffable way. Meet Gabrielle Langholtz. In an era when there are enough food bloggers to break the Internet and the printed book has been declared dead
Climate change is no joke. But then again, we have been complaining about the weather ever since the first washed-out barbeque back in the Pleistocene era (before Doppler radar). It is a well-known fact that there are only three weekends a year when it is truly the perfect time to dine and imbibe outdoors. No
Enough with the cable news. Put down your Mueller Report. Stop practicing how to pronounce Bout-edge-edge. You’ve got 18 months to think about it. Spring is starting to show its roots (unless you live in South Dakota where 4″ of snow is expected). Time to wrap our brains around some plain ol’ recreation and give
This weekend Christians will celebrate the resurrection of Christ and Jews will commemorate their freedom from slavery. Busy weekend, especially after we all watched aghast as Notre Dame burned. Why was this cataclysmic event so unifying? What happened Tuesday night that we could not avert our eyes? Maybe in those glowing embers we saw up-close
It’s no surprise that Kim-Trang Blair was successful in business. One of four children raised in a traditional Vietnamese household, she recalls her mom and dad as “tiger parents” before that was even a thing. At an age where many are still waffling on career choices, Blair had already worked ten years, wed, had a
I fly a lot! It is my happy place and my favorite time of the day. I crave being up in the air. The longer the flight the better. I never open my laptop. I do not connect to wireless. I think. I scribble. And I read. Inevitably, about food. What is it about the
We are living through hard times. I suppose that is where art often begins. In my painting I want to express something positive, artistically serious, but perhaps a little whimsical? Sharing that with others is a privilege I aspire to in the hope that people will see a little part of the ordinary world differently.
