New Year’s is my absolute favorite holiday. I love to dance around all the different superstitions between families and cultures. I guess most of…
I listen to the dark, that souvenir of light. What is darned and holed. I listen to the darts, the ends of their lines.…
The morning after the election I made three batches of soup. And then, on the back of a piece of scratch paper, I wrote…
Moustiers-Sainte-Marie sits like a jewel atop the Verdon Gorge in Provence, possibly the most exquisite site in Europe. As my wife and I ascended…
My earliest memories of goulash are full of warm, satisfying sensations—soft, chewy egg noodles draped in thick brown gravy and big chunks of beef…
In Jersey City, where I went to school until fifth grade, we came home for lunch. My mother had grown up with cooks but…
As a young poet, I was a foot-tapper, a nail-biter, an arm drummer and an insomniac. Couldn’t keep still, couldn’t be bothered for a…
Although I’m a voracious consumer of food writing – endlessly pouring over the musings and advice of famous critics, chefs, gourmands, and diet-gurus –…
What is more important than food, other than shelter? On the whole grand scheme of things, sex isn’t even important. Traveling, now at the…