As mentioned in last week’s features, “Sacrifice” and the first “Letter From Paris,” TMN chiefs Andrew Womack and Rosecrans Baldwin are currently traveling away from New York to their other loves, Austin and Paris, respectively. As an exercise in sharing their new homes with each other—cities that the
We emailed our staff: “What’s the last song you heard? Respond immediately.” They wrote back: “Some Starbucks shit.” And then they wrote back some more.
The confetti’s been tossed, the funny hats are crumpled in the corner, and at least three of us had a little too much champagne.
This is an appreciation. Our friend, writer, editor, and teacher Leslie Harpold recently died. A memorial for a woman who was difficult to describe—and who couldn’t stand sentimental bullshit.
The most meaningful gifts are so personal they cannot simply be plucked from the shelves of a store—but sometimes we need a little help. Turning holiday inspiration into shopping salvation, the writers recall their fondest gift memories.
The best Thanksgivings are the ones where all the guests bring their own specialties to the table. We serve up our best, potluck-style.
Halloween: time for stories of headless horsemen, escaped psychos with hooks for hands, and ghosts other than the white-sheet variety. But the same stories year after year can get a little dull.
Amid the chaos of Sept. 11, 2001, we sought human contact—to speak and to listen. Five years later, we remember what we said.
June 1 dawned humid and hot. The forecast: a high of 84 degrees and possible late-day thunderstorms west of town. But forecasts—for the temperature or for a busy day of work and play—aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
It’s the last Wednesday of the month, so it’s time for another episode of what the writers have recently been loving: restaurants in California, television in Japan, vitamin-laced candy, and more.
