With the recent amazing weather in New York, you may have forgotten that we are still smack-dab in the middle of resort season.  Those of us who don’t winter in St.Barts are less likely to pay attention to those seasonal designations but that doesn’t change the fact that it is

Between rush hour, service delays, and inexplicable line changes, riding the subway can be quite the calamitous adventure all on its own without the krazy kast of kharacters that you may be lucky enough to have ride in your subway car.  Dante’s Inferno-style, I’ve divided the circles of horror into

Ok here is another installment of ‘˜Bitching About Winter’.  I didn’t use to have a problem with winter.  I would laugh at the grumps who complained all the time about the snow, the ice and chapped lips (hi Mom!) but now I stand corrected.  This winter weather sucks. It doesn’t

Have you ever really sat down and thought of how many times you find yourself in a ‘˜liminal space’?  Probably not.  A term I often heard bandied about in grad school, liminal space is one that (theoretically, physically, politically or otherwise) is neither here nor there.  It lies on the

When I got married, my husband and I celebrated our union with a honeymoon trip to Italy. I made sure our voyage included many clichéd romantic moments’candlelight dinners, wine tours and er’um’an audience with the Pope.   In an effort to relive those magical moments, my husband and I happened upon

photo from New York Magazine The best holiday decorations are the ones that would make Martha Stewart throw up. December is the only time I miss the suburbs, because most Brooklyn houses don’t have the space to put up massive light displays, light up snowmen, reindeer drinking water or Santa’s

My friend took me to what she called “a faggy little spot” in the Tendernob this past weekend with promises of a sturdy breakfast. She definitely didn’t let me down. Upon walking into Sugar Cafe, I was greeted by art pieces, a big fireplace and a menu featuring breakfast, lunch,

Revolution Café is located in West Oakland in a neighborhood known as The Lower Bottoms, not a particularly endearing name, but somehow fitting for a place west of “Dogtown.’ From the outside it doesn’t look like anything special, but when you walk through the front door its awesomeness will smack you