Shortly after graduating college, I found myself in an “identity crisis.”  I realized that I had spent the last four years of my life writing analytical essays about “thingness” or whatever other words I could add -ness to the end of, and over-using the word “utterly” to make myself sound

So I’m pretty new to NYC. Like, I-don’t-move-in-to-my-apartment-until-December new. And like anyone new to the city, I’m pretty excited to see it all dressed up for the holidays. Images of “Home Alone 2” and “Miracle on 34th Street” (old and not as old) march through my brain like the Macy’s