2023 was for Girl Dinner. I, you, we as girls ate Girl Dinner most nights of the week, if “dinner” can be at midnight…
When Jon proposed in a bookstore last summer, I slid my hand into his and said “yes” as readily as I would any question…
I grew up in a farmhouse in Ireland where my mother baked every day. Tarts and crumbles and homemade bread, using apples from the…
I’ve always been an early riser. When I was a kid, I would wake up before everyone else, blinking into the dark, and creep…
I’ve never officially been diagnosed with an eating disorder, but I am a human American woman with immigrant parents and, when I was growing…
She died while I was skate-dancing to “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey at my friend Sarah’s birthday party at Ron-A-Roll. Mid-party, my stomach started to…
I have tried every diet in the book, even the dangerous ones, even the silly ones. My fascination with dieting started at a fairly…
Susan and I were coming home from the theater, walking up Lafayette toward the Astor Place subway, when I saw the sign a hundred…
Sunday: Blueberry Ingredients Butter for pan 1¼ cups milk ⅔ cup sugar 3 eggs 1 tablespoon vanilla extract Pinch of salt 1 cup flour…