Thanksgiving Recap: Give a Little Respect

Until recently Thanksgiving has been a pretty predictable affair, though for me it's becoming one of those holidays to appreciate only a...

Balm in Gilead

I’ve been trying to figure out my draw to artists like Rickie Lee Jones , and in general my draw to late-career entries of middle-aged lady ...

The Opposite of Sex

Izzy and I went out the other night to celebrate three things: her temporary financial windfall, her (and, to a lesser extent, my) Sober Oc...

I Can Haz Veggieburger?*

So I am writing a book! And it’s not a memoir about my relationship with my mom via being gay. It’s a veggie burger cookbook! I have lots of...

Cold Comforts

Yesterday was a startling reminder of what autumn has in store for us in NY—cool, windy, damp, with unidentifiable allergens flying around. ...

My Thoughts on Whitney Houston

I might be jeopardizing some aspects of my personal life with this ballooning obsession. I identified the origin on my Tumblr —that my earl...

Sometimes I Hate New York for the Same Reasons that I Love It

I was waiting for the G train 20 minutes ago after shopping at Trader Joe's, and a stranger sitting next to me remarked that all the peo...