A couple of weeks ago, I wandered into a new wine shop in the neighborhood. It was peak gentrified Brooklyn: decorated with stuff that’s meant to look thrift-ish but is actually factory-fresh and way too clean. Palo santo wafted through the air and the wines were displayed like the clothing in those shops in Soho that don’t carry my size — just a few bottles, artfully arranged, their scarcity signaling the inflated prices. Big band music played from a turntable behind the re

I’m getting lots of calls and texts asking how I'm coping with the loss of Delilah, my Chief of Staff and faithful canine companion of 17 years. The truth is that I’m coping the same as I’ve been all throughout the flaming asteroid heading toward earth that is 2020: ice cream, tv, and bouts of undemanding productivity like rearranging the canned goods in my cabinets and perfecting my at-home manicure technique. My tendency of managing grief and anxiety with isolation and mind

About 30 posts ago I wrote an ode to my dog, Delilah. You could READ IT HERE if you want. I'm glad I wrote it then because I'm struggling to write something new now. Now that she's gone. Look at this angel. If you've ever had a pet, you know how it went. Delilah was fine until she wasn't. I had a few days of "is this it? Is this the time?" before the moment when I knew, with absolute certainty, that it was time. On Tuesday, I was working the polls for election day when I got