We arrived home to our city, eerily empty. Albeit, it was one o’clock in the morning, but ragged as we were, I couldn’t help but notice the ab...
Back in the spring of 2003, I embarked on my first solo international flight headed to Siena, Italy by way of Florence, by way of Bologna. I must ...
For as long as I can remember, my dad has always ordered the same drink from the airplane beverage cart: tomato juice, plain and simple. My dad, w...
This post originally appeared in The Kitchn. Wishing you and your loved ones a happy, healthy, and prosperous 2011!My family, being Russian, c...
We had a feast for New Year’s. The sort that makes your stomach hurt and demands an antacid. The sort where you want time to stand still a littl...
I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my po...
When I studied abroad in Italy as a junior in college, I diligently maintained a journal. It was a leather-bound notebook that I’d gotten as a g...
The recent California heat wave has kept me reaching for cold beverages, especially one of my favorite summer cocktails — the Paloma.A great...