Most of the time, writing on this blog is like dancing alone in my living room; nobody sees me except, perhaps, a few dozen onlookers clustered in the apartment across the way, who casually glance over as I flail around clumsily, to some tune they can’t hear, or the proverbial beat of my own drum.… Continue reading What Does It Mean To Be A “Critic” In Wine And Food Writing?
Recently, PUNCH (one of my fave websites about booze) published a really thoughtful essay on how female winemakers are portrayed differently than their male counterparts. Specifically, the author is talking about so-called “rebel” winemakers, who are working independently (no corporate funding), and often making low-intervention, natural wines. The author is pointing out that, when it… Continue reading Writing About Women In Wine
A clean slate. Afterward, I met people at Jimmy’s, put on a good face, drowned out the sorrow. Afterward we ate and then headed to Superfine in DUMBO. All such a blur! An eye for an eye. And how long it took me to see that they are my demons, not the world’s. And I… Continue reading Poem of Lines From My Diary, inspired by Sheila Heti
“In an era when rents are spiking, book advances shrinking and magazines shuttering, New York may no longer be a necessary destination for the young writer, she acknowledged. It may not even be a feasible one.” – NYT * Growing up, my theater arts teacher was my mentor. She was a beautiful, hardworking woman, a… Continue reading Hello to All This
Last night, I finally saw the movie of the summer, a black-and-white pic about an anti-heroic, sterotypically-unfeminine woman in her late twenties, living basically hand-to-mouth in New York City (but not abstaining from $14-packs of American Spirit) while pursuing her artistic dream, to be a professional modern dancer. No, it’s not “GIRLS: The Movie,” although… Continue reading All the Single, Scrappy, Ambitious Ladies…
Amma is big; She is, literally, larger than life. She is the Mother Goddess, the Universe, a Living Embodiment of Grace in a human (and female) form. Enlightenment did not happen to Amma–She was born completely aware of the Divine Self, which at first caused her family and community to ostracize her, regarding her as… Continue reading A Divine Hug
I started on the plane from New York to Delhi (via Dubai) with the story of India’s birth, as told by Salman Rushdie through the eyes of one Kashmiri Saleem Sinai, who has psychic powers due to being born exactly at midnight on the eve of India’s independence (and its partition). The dense and elaborate… Continue reading Indian Summer Reading