Stacks on Stacks
According to Google, there are twelve independent bookstores in upper Manhattan, the section of the city I call home.
Abby and Ina
As I start reading and cooking, I realize that I have no idea what “barefoot contessa” means.
How to Hot Yoga
Lucky for me, The Hot Room was offering a free event at a local park last week.
I Bought a Wetsuit and It Was a Full Body Experience
I am not sure how to accurately convey the unpleasantness of this experience. There was no part of my body that went gentle into that good night.
Breaking up with Blue Apron
It started like any romance—I gave her a coupon for thirty percent off, then my credit card number and address, known allergies, social security number, and blood type.
Fad Diets, Pseudoscience, and Snakeoil
Faced with the incontrovertible decay of my body, I did what any aging millennial does—turn to the pseudoscience of the age and go on a cleanse.
Leave Your Comfort Zone: Equinox Edition
After I signed a waiver that confirmed I wouldn’t sue Equinox if I died on the treadmill or passed out because I saw Blake Lively, we entered the immaculate studio.
You’re More Loving Than You Think You Are
Will cried when the sentences turned to me. “I’m just going to say one thing,” he said, and he had to stop for a while. “Because you’ll know what I mean by it,” and he had to stop again.
Failing to Write
The bottom line, though, is that I failed at this assignment.
What Eating the Same Meals for Ten Months Will Do to You
To get something straight, eating the same thing is boring as all hell. I gained a measure of satisfaction from it, of course, or else I wouldn’t have done it.
