Turkey Day
I live in New York City. My family lives in Chicago. When it comes to the holidays this year, my normally happy-to-jet-set brain got switched off in favor of the urge to do something other than my normal Thanksgiving routine. Last year I flew in to Chicago on at 7 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning and, given my usual angst towards family gatherings and excess, did not result in the usual tryptophan-induced slumber, rather, it caused my blood to boil at temperatures hotter than Mom’s fresh mashed potatoes. Continue Reading »




