When I was a kid, I loved Thanksgiving. It was an opportunity to eat all day—pastries and fresh fruit in the morning, olives and…
Hello and welcome to The New School for Social Research. Congratulations. If you’ve taken a look at the “About Us” webpage, then you already…
“What are you writing these days?” my old friend asks, not looking up from her 12 dollar taco. We have not seen each other…
The theme of October 2017 prose of the month is “Food & Costume.” A teacher friend of mine tells me that every October, she…
It may be heresy in this context to confess, but I don’t much like giving or even attending dinner parties. Too many things can…
Sometimes, when Netflix isn’t doing it for me, I watch Latin Mass on Youtube. I look for the old ones from the 1950s, before…
Growing up, mayonnaise was a tradition. My mom could have had sponsorship with Hellmann’s. The signature yellow and blue label and matching blue lid…
Water is the most elemental ingredient of a Greek meal. It is life and survival reduced to the contents of a glass. As Henry…
When I was thirteen, my mother and father bred Berkshire pigs. We kept a few for the freezer and sent the rest off to…