A week before her mother’s fifty-fifth birthday, Judith sat on the parquet floor of her living room, surrounded by a lovely battlefield: ivory-wrapped…
I still remember that evening – the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the scent of red wine and beef with mushroom sauce,…
In the heart of Manhattan, amid the glittering towers and river-like billboards, there is a restaurant called Celeste—a place where getting a table…
L’Arpeggio was on the forty-second floor of a glass tower, and the New York evening fell beneath him like a carpet of undulating…
I’ve never liked my mother-in-law’s kitchen. It’s too perfect: spotless white countertops, gallery-like cupboards, the same scent of beeswax and lavender year-round as…
New York in late autumn has a wind that cuts like needles, cutting through hair and chasing people into restaurants. Lily Morgan stood…
I remember the moment clearly — not because it hurt, but because it woke me up. A dry sound amid the music, amid…