There’s no stopping a New York barber wielding an ancient fragment of papyrus.
After decades of feeling ashamed of my weight, I finally found a path to fitness. And yet, deep down, I know that the real work has just begun.
After a decade of wandering through New York trying to live affordably while becoming a writer, I have landed in a surprising and underappreciated nook of this city.
I needed a new name, I thought, something bland and ethnically neutral. When I got one, it didn’t quite work as I thought.