I don’t know what to say. Julia Child was ninety-one years old when she died, late yesterday, in her sleep. It’s the death that all of us want, after a life so full it would see...
If, when my book is published, I sell twenty-five copies, I will count myself lucky (though my publisher surely won’t) so long as I sell those copies to the amazing people who showed up to my li...
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I’ve come to conclusion that is, well, a little bit heartbreaking for me. I think it’s time to officially pack up the Julie/Julia Project. ...
So – I have enjoyed my first full weekday of blissful unemployment, but that is not why I am writing. I will be breaking my rabbit-food fast for long enough to indulge in the least French...
“When you’re old, crazy and worn-out, you’re old, crazy and worn-out.” That was one of my granny’s favorite sayings. She used to say it a lot. Constantly, in poin...
I saw a woman the other day who hates the subway even more than I do. Everyone knew she was the one to watch when she got on at Queensborough Plaza, during the morning commute, and immediately sat do...
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