It’s summertime in New York City. The days are longer. The nights are wilder. The backs are sweatier. We’re living the dream here, as long as your definition of “the dream” includes a sweaty, disgusting back.
What has welfare reform done for poor New Yorkers lately? The numbers look good, but the reality doesn’t exactly match the hype: While many former welfare recipients are working, they are only able to survive because they get other benefits a
The best delis are the ones that have a whiff of possibility to them — you might say an element of risk. A couple who ran a deli in Brooklyn, out of which developed the critically acclaimed book “My Korean Deli,” weigh in on what makes the best bodega.
The Asian American Writers Workshop looks beyond the map in its attempt to define Chinatown, examining the Chinatowns of New York as a set of memories, spaces and associations through a collection of oral histories.
The New York Times isn’t exactly known as a sports writing powerhouse. But even if the Times fails to scratch your sports writing itch on a daily basis, you’ll be hard-pressed to find three better sports books for your summer reading list than the ones written by veterans of the Gray Lady.
Sharks are nothing new to New York waters, we’ve just forgotten them. While researching my book, Demon Fish: Travels Through the Hidden World of Sharks, I discovered a few different accounts of first-hand encounters between the city’s denizens and sharks.
I first moved to north Brooklyn in 1990 when I was 28 and just starting out in life. I lived on Graham off Metropolitan Avenue, above a laundromat, in a small one-bedroom apartment with a skylight in the bathroom, a parquet floor and a roof deck outside my bedroom door. It cost $350 a month.
On the first Friday of every month, the Franciscan Friars partake in what they call a “Jesus Run” — a night where they seek out homeless people to offer food, prayers and faith.