The Crispiest Pork Is Also the Simplest

Neighborhood restaurants occupy a very special place in my heart. These spots are not on any “hot” lists, the staff members are pleasant but generally indifferent to your presence, and the menus almost never change. But none of that matters, because that’s not why you go. You go because you just can’t wash another skillet.…

A Black Legacy, Wrapped Up in Fur

I. My mother, Vivian Jarrett-Irving, is the owner of two fur coats: a full-length mahogany mink and a fox that hits right below the knee. Both hang from pegs she affixed to the back wall of her bedroom closet, as if their sensual, febrile glamour were too singular to be slotted in among the racks…