Under The Red, White & Blue

In my younger and more vulnerable years, I often walked home along Ninth Avenue. I lived just east of Tenth then. The extra few steps mattered. Though real estate agents will tell you otherwise, the neighborhood between 34th and 57th Streets west of Eight Avenue has...

Straight Up And Awkward

Well, that was awkward. It’s not that it was a hundred degrees outside. Or that I was over an hour late. It’s not that the event was a who’s who of NYC Bloggerati. Or that I had to get my name on a yellow Post-It and wait in line for her signature....

Learning How To Die

I’m half-way through three books right now, and have cracked the spine on two more. I would tack it up to coincidence, or some sort of Borders/Barnes & Nobles/Amazon harmonic convergence. But you know me: I look for meaning in signs, symbols, and patterns....

Chasing Ghosts

“Don’t feel guilty,” he said. “Feel motivated.” It’s January. I’m in Park City, Utah, covering the Sundance Film Festival for MTV News. I interview three Iraq War veterans on a snowy rooftop in the center of town. One, Paul...