One of my favorite little moments in New York City always comes when I walk home from SoHo at night: I glance over my shoulder as I go down the Bowery between Houston and Delancey streets and I see the Empire State Building glittering uptown and I...
The little joys of an open-air subway stop: watching the sun rise as you wait for your morning train, seeing the sun stream through colored glass, contemplate as the birds fly instead of the rats scramble.
I lived in Williamsburg in Brooklyn...
Whenever I feel a bit overwhelmed by the city's unstoppable pace and sheer number of people, places and things--like millions of other New Yorkers--I head to Central Park. It's an 1.317-square-mile oasis of relaxation and recreation: grassy fields,...
36 hours. 15 new friends. Six vegetarian meals. Four yoga classes. Three meditation sessions. One day of silence. No iPhone or computer.
However, it's impossible to quantify the pure amount of calm and relaxation after a weekend retreat in the...
I'm a child of California: while I've certainly seen snow before, the prospect of a blizzard is still enough to make me giddy. However, snow in New York City is more of a black slushy nightmare: public transportation hold-ups, slippery sidewalks,...