It was the first chilly fall night after a hellishly hot summer, and I was crossing one of New York City’s grandest intersections, 59th and 5th, with Central Park spread out before me, a wedding cake of a fountain to my left, and the grand dame, the Plaza Hotel,...
Back in Paleozoic times, when I was in college, my friend Antonia and I would regularly stop at a diner (one made famous on Seinfeld) for some post-class fries. It would be around 5 PM and invariably, as we slid into our vinyl booth, we’d have a table full of elderly...
NEXTTRIBE FAVORITE Editor’s Note: On Feb. 15th, NextTribe marked its sixth anniversary. To celebrate this month, we are sharing our favorite articles from the 1,500 plus we’ve published so far. In early 2017, when cofounder Jeannie Ralston first read Janet...
For years—decades—I was a purist. I raced home after work to get a substantial dinner on the table. None of this convenience cooking for me. Nope. Possibly to assuage any guilt about being a working mom, I made a meal from scratch. Every. Night. Stir-fries,...
You’ve probably heard some of the standard advice for dealing with hot flashes—cooling pillows, et cetera—but a group of bad-ass women in Wales, have a most unusual method. They gather and jump into the super-chilly surf (you can follow them on Instagram here and...
