Mozza2Go

We are in LA for three months. If you’re on holiday, three months is a luxurious stretch, but if you’re living, it’s nothing. It’s one third of your friends’ innumerable pregnancies. One third of the time it takes to grow … Continue reading

PASTELERÍA IDEAL

I’m eating a taco al pastor after an accidental 4-hour nap and there is this squealing sound that makes the kid next to me drop his horchata. “Ah,” says Rich. “Camotes”. A man walks through the middle of the road … Continue reading

BORDIER ❤

I once read some writing guidelines that said you shouldn’t write stories about moments in time that change everything forever, because that’s boring. Never mind. Isn’t that most stories? Paris, my birthday, spring. We’ve torn through a poulet rôti in … Continue reading