It’s raining industrial debris, hallelujah!
Last week my friend Jennifer and I had plans to meet near me for brunch. I live in a neighborhood (the Lower East Side of Manhattan) that is both a NORC (Naturally Occurring Retirement Community), is home to many orthodox Jews, and also has possibly the highest concentration of unspeakably hip 20somethings on the entire Eastern seaboard. There are many ramifications to this dynamic, one of which is that brunch can be tricky. (more…)





Yesterday I was on line at my neighborhood CVS waiting to pick up my prescription, my basket full of peanut M&Ms and Diet Coke, which I’m sure you’ve figured out by now are the keys to eternal youth. 










