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Koch loved New York and believed it was the only place to be.  Koch said “Have you ever lived in the suburbs? … It’s sterile. It’s nothing. It’s wasting your life, and people do not wish to waste their lives once they’ve seen New York! … This rural American thing — I’m telling you, it’s… Read more »

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I have two good things to report: It’s fall. I got a radio. Considering the fact that I’ve always wanted to be the type of person who wears oversized wool sweaters and listens to NPR, I’ve made quite a dent in my bucket list. I can take no credit, of course, for the weather. Summer in New… Read more »

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Sorry to disappoint, but this blog is not about the fabulously risky and sexually charged novel by Erica Jong. No, the title simply refers to my actual fear of getting on an airplane. In all my 27 years, I’ve never traveled by plane. If I have to travel far, I take a train or boat…. Read more »

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This past Sunday at Rockaway Beach, I met my first book customer: Bailey the Puppy. Bailey told me that he’d ordered River to River: New York Scenes from a Bicycle the moment after YBK published it last Thursday. He confirmed his purchase with a printout of his Amazon receipt, and paid for the book with Greenies. I was touched and gave him… Read more »

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In New Orleans, the dead are celebrated each year on All Soul’s Day, when families bring yellow chrysanthemums to cemeteries and white-wash tombstones. In Boston, it was the funeral, not the wedding, that was traditionally considered the greatest family event, and Boston Brahman families would plan them years in advance. In New York however, death… Read more »

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Men as socks. Some men are argyles. Safe socks. This column socks. Thus begins Carrie’s brainstorming in the second episode of the fifth season, Unoriginal Sin. “I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel here, ladies,” she says. “Last week, I wrote about my search for the perfect French fry.” I am both sorry and relieved… Read more »

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Summer’s almost gone in New York City, but the beauty of the season reveals itself in many ways. Two that move me: the severity and speed of weather changes, and the final days of the sun’s slow descent until next year. In the past week, I’ve been caught in the rain twice (along with the… Read more »

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This past weekend, I went home to visit my parents in North Carolina. After two cancelled flights, I arrived in NC a day late and very ready to start my vacation. My mom picked me up at the airport, and we drove straight to Nashville to see my mom’s boyfriend, Keith Urban. He was doing… Read more »