There are few eras more difficult in a woman’s life than adolescence. Within these years, every action she takes is analyzed and critiqued, not just by friends, parents and teachers, but by society as a whole.
When I applied to write the entertainment column three years ago, my pitch was that most of my articles would focus on what I considered a modern day Hollywood concept of the “never ending story.” Any storyteller will tell you that the ending of a story is what gives it its meaning, a
Note: The following article should not be taken as a comprehensive guide of various restaurants within Manhattan or the Five Boroughs. This article simply showcases what the author has eaten within New York City over the course of a week.
We lie all the time. We lie to seem more impressive, intelligent and cultured. We lie to convince others that we have seen that movie, listened to that podcast or read that book. We lie to protect our mothers, our friends, ourselves.
To an elementary school kid with an insatiable thirst for reading, there was no greater joy than going to the school library. In a way, besides the books in your own home or the books you might occasionally buy from a store, the books contained in a library were all that there was.