Hot Potato
I have an interesting relationship with the potato. Some people form memories based solely on scent. I’m an eater. I remember people by what they cooked for me. Growing up, our nanny Mary was a...
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Holidays [not] On Ice
I spent most of my day yesterday trying to travel to the Hamptons, specifically to Amagansett, but my wait time at Penn Station and on the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) inspired a weird amount...
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