The wall of bouquets is what draws me—the artistry and individuality in them. Each is highly sculptural, employing a unique composition of color harmony and texture. 

Raise your hand if you know where that plastic take-out tub of potato salad in your fridge ended up.

There is nothing like experiencing a good film on a big screen in a full theater.

Without laundries, the city would quickly come to its knees.

The balloons were separate when I brought them home, but over time the ribbons entwined, and they began to move in close harmony.

The crossroads of Broadway and 110th feels open, because both streets are very wide, and the southwest view is empty.

Who has never been sick, never had an accident, or never felt a delivery bike come so close it tugged at your sleeve?

Cream soda is basically vanilla—my favorite flavor. I’m not alone in this. So why can I not find cream soda on the UWS?

Eventually, the last out was called. The teams shook hands and melted into the park with their gloves and bats.

Post-its on my studio door remind me to turn off the A/C and lock the bathroom when I leave. I still forget.

The music washed over me and a resonance rose from the center of my body. It was impossible to be unmoved.

Gray’s Papaya’s dogs are the benchmark.  They come packed with a full nine innings of authentic hotdoggedness.

When the elevator door opens, your eyes are pulled to windows that reveal a sublime view of the Upper West Side.

My previous column was about the snow, and it felt like I was piling on, so here’s something to look forward to.