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 »
A few years ago, on a lovely Saturday afternoon, I went for a sensible walk down Second Avenue in the East Village. It was a typical day in the neighborhood—I walked past a crack head peeing on himself, a circle of “homeless teenagers” that you know actually live in a penthouse with their parents on… Read more »
