The Grapefruit Spoon Makes Life Easier
We had two grapefruit spoons when I was growing up. Stragglers, clearly, from somewhere. They sort of scared me: With their sharp
The Cut: Can I Interest You in a Dogshare?
Maybe I’m a monster, but all the posts of pandemic puppies have annoyed me. As have the calls from friends that precede
On Regulars, in Prime Covid Times
I haven’t had a latte since March 12th. I’m not complaining, merely stating a fact of my coronavirus life. Pre-pandemic, I purchased
Challah giving sourdough some competition
Sourdough may be the celebrity loaf of #quarantinelife — and it is delicious and deserves all of the love and care and
The Great Schlep: Florida
WHEN MY GRANDMOTHER died in Delray Beach, a few weeks shy of age 97, I was sad, of course. And then, as
My Accidental, Alcohol-Drinking Pregnancy Adventure
“What a day…” I said to my new husband, Josh, uncorking a bottle of cab before bed. On my commute home earlier
How Was Your Day … Last Coast Miwok on Tomales Bay?
In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: “How was your day?”
How Was Your Day … Quadriplegic Dad?
In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: “How was your day?”
This Is The Day Before 40
“July 18th” read the email that appeared a couple of weeks ago at the top of my inbox, so bold-faced and full
‘Fraidy Cat Lady
There are cat people and there are dog people and then there is my mother. She once brought home an aging wheaten
Soup with Everything: A Freaky All-American Party in Northern California
WHERE is this place? We tilted the handmade map every which way, reread the directions a fourth time and made yet another U-turn on a gorgeous dirt road lined with craggy oaks and broken fences. We’d driven four hours from San Francisco into the golden hills of Northern California with a sack of jalapeño peppers, and were nervous we wouldn’t make it before the welcome gate closed.
Passover Goes Gourmet
Why was this night different from all other nights? For starters, there was a bar. And not a bottle of Manischewitz behind it. Guests were actually drinking wine — good wine — before the first of the traditional four glasses was poured.
