Wine and Food Heaven

The smell of spices and expertly prepared meat envelops my nose. I am surrounded by tables covered with beautifully crafted… Read More

Maid in Manhattan

“Pack it in!” I screech, “Like sardines! Think sardine-y thoughts!” I beckon to the groups tentatively stepping in the small, dark… Read More

I suppose if I was at the maximum for a New York cliché, I would be waiting tables. It’s the ultimate clichéd… Read More

I stared at the email in horror. This was not what I signed up for. Who would voluntarily subject themselves… Read More

There are two things that come to mind when I say “Renaissance Faire”: Turkey Legs and Cleavage. Am I right,… Read More

Last summer I confronted my mother, “I’m blaming you, Mom. The reason I have no maternal urges is because you… Read More

A Frequently Asked Question about my time in the Renaissance is: “Did they feed you?” Did you eat nothing all… Read More