When Restaurants Meet Retail Therapy

When I think about the earliest days of the pandemic in New York City, my memories are bittersweet. It was a stressful and scary time, of course. But there were some nice, quiet moments, too: gathering in the park, sitting exactly six feet apart. Drinks and dinner on stoops (again, six feet apart). Weekly game…

Tiny Love Stories: ‘I Want a Divorce’

‘Pluck, Bandage, Smile’ My childhood summers were measured in splinters. Gnarled docks and jagged playgrounds — true hallmarks of an adventurous day — were just some of the culprits. Despite their frequency, I treated each splinter as a novelty, crying fresh at the wound. Recovery came in the form of my great-uncle’s patience. I sat…