Taking a trip to the Middle East for authentic kebabs or to brush up on your rusty Arabic could cost thousands. Thankfully, with its many different diverse neighborhoods, New York has an easily accessible and inexpensive alternative.
Even when she's not on stage, Jenny, a Valkyrie whose waves of golden ringlets cascade down her shoulders, has quite a stage presence. Runway-model slim, she stands nearly six feet tall in her flat gold sandals.
It was Marion's second date with Michael M. Smith, and he asked her whether she wanted to see his cemetery. She found herself at the Lent-Riker-Smith Homestead, the city's oldest house that's still used as a private home.
My house has a wall out front. It is red brick with four pedestals, each of which is crowned by a white concrete Colonial Revival ball. It was this quartet of billiard balls that served as the blank canvas for some budding Banksy.
This story is not about Laurie Lieberman, or at least that's what she says. It is, according to her, about Zeus, who has just hopped onto her fingers. Zeus is her 4 ½-year-old Congo African grey parrot.
The top of the piano is crowded with framed photographs of a cute little boy with big beautiful eyes. The little boy isn't here. He's in the Hudson Valley, living in a boarding school for autistic children.