I would have sold my soul for a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. It was the first warm day of a spring that had finally replaced a long, unusually harsh winter. In the streets, you could catch not-infrequent glimpses of bare arms and legs.
When I was 16, I went to visit a friend who at the time was attending culinary school in Florence, Italy. She was living in a charming, very old apartment overlooking a cobblestone street; we had a wonderful time visiting the small, local markets around the city and cooking simple, authentic Italian dishes, including, on […]
I wasn’t sure if this was a date. Yes, We’d done the usual song and dance but we could just be “hanging out.” It was 2013 after all. What I did know was that this ambiguity was leading me toward finishing half a bottle of cheap Riesling while straightening my hair.
It was the fall of 2012 and I found myself in the upstairs level of a double decker bus with three friends and a tiny budget on our way to Jujuy, Argentina. I was studying abroad in Buenos Aires, Argentina for the semester and had the opportunity to travel with some friends on a 23-hour […]
I awoke groggy and spent from the night before. My mother had organized a mini-high school reunion to see her friends during our Mother-Daughter trip to Southern California and after having spent most of the previous day in direct sunlight soaking up as much Vitamin D as this New Yorker could handle, not to mention […]
It all began on a dreary, rainy Saturday. I have stops to make in preparation for my boyfriend’s mother’s birthday celebration (my guy is running around crazed tying up loose ends for the impending television premiere of his documentary within the next week). I love his mom so I also want to pick up a […]
This is a wine memory forged in one country and which, as I write this, lingers – uncomfortably, uncertainly – in another. That place is Crimea. It was September 2011, and I had a precious three weeks before graduate school was to begin in ever-overcast London. I spent every day of those three weeks soaking […]
I first met the man I would eventually marry when I was a freshman in high school. Back then I just saw him as one of my brother’s best friends. Years later, I came to think of him as “the one” after a fateful night at a little wine bar is Lancaster, PA . . […]
Walking into the apartment, my roommate and I are hit with the stale smell of last night’s cigars and just-dried paint. Neatly piled on the floor of the empty living room is the bottle of wine and mini bottles of alcohol we consumed the previous evening – no point in moving them to the new […]