A day or so before I fly anywhere, I start to get anxious about packing (enough or too much), leaving the dogs, getting to the airport on time, going through security, flying, etc.
I know it sounds counterintuitive, but living in the city is better for the planet.
After I quit smoking last year, I started eating my feelings, which translated to about fifteen extra pounds. It’s time to fix that.
After many false starts over many years, I made an earnest attempt during the pandemic at telling the story of a pivotal period in my early 20s that changed my life.
The idea of not drinking is weird for a lot of people. More than 20 years after my last drink, I can easily say that getting sober is the best thing I’ve ever done.
As I write this, I’m sitting at my desk in an uncluttered 372 sq ft studio apartment in a repurposed hotel on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.