The scene is a winter party, Chicago, the year 2015. There are large platters of powdered cookies and plates of soft cheese. There is an eight-quart stockpot of mulled wine on the stove, all floating orange segments and cinnamon spice. And there is an older crowd:...
I spend much of my time reading, always have. When I was in elementary school, I even read during recess, sitting alone by the tanbark box, hoping not to be hailed into a monkey-bar race or other gymnastics contest for which I was congenitally unprepared. Nowadays, in...
On a Friday night in Chennai in September 2015, we go with friends to drink gin and eat Jack Daniels chicken at 10 Downing Street. Styled as a British pub, 10 Downing Street is actually #50 B.N. Road-but you can see why they would change the name. It is retro night....
He showed up in May, a flash of fur and tail that my husband mistook for a cockroach and my mother identified swiftly as a mouse. He came flying out of my home office; then, skirting the wall of the dining room, made his way into the kitchen, where he would, over the...
You’re probably not supposed to feel elated when your husband and two year old leave on a family trip without you, but I did. Thursday, after I dropped you both at the airport, I worked for a little while, then decided to do what I normally can never do: leave the...
