When the city gets me down, sometimes all it really means is that it's been too long since I've been home.
by Liz Richards (writer)
When on a weight loss journey, it’s important to sometimes eat homemade cookies. Especially when they’re the real Italian kind, that Mom and your favorite aunt made for a cousin’s wedding.
When trying to boost your metabolism, you should occasionally binge on hometown pizza and wings with your family. Not too much, just enough to burst at the seams from too much bread, and wine, and belly laughs.
If a big city hair dresser butchers your hair, the only one who can fix it is your mama’s girl, who gave you your first dye job and your first (and last) perm.
Sometimes the city hits too hard, and Amtrak is the only fix.
Because in my New York, you can see three full seasons in one day.
Because packaged pumpkin coffee black on my parents’ porch in South Byron beats cold brew on a heated deck in Williamsburg ten to one.
Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel while my mama stitches up her latest quilt is still my perfect Saturday morning.
There’s nothing better than a girls’ night at the wine bar, but my aunts showing up at the local pub for a beer is just as good. Especially when my grandparent’s old neighbors sit behind us, and we laugh for hours about the good old days.
I could live in the city forever, as long as I know I’m still small-town.
Back road country drives are the perfect antithesis to stalled subway trains at show time.
A shot of Anisette – Marie Brizard of course, which Grandma kept behind the coffee pot – with my favorite cousins in the parking lot at the wedding reception goes down more smoothly than shots sent over by finance guys off MacDougal Street.
Because when you live in a city where all of the women look taller and thinner, it’s nice when your mom’s best friend lovingly calls you a skinny bitch.
Some people carry more weight in your heart. Some places are naturally healing. There’s a warmth in crisp autumn leaves and frosted grass unlike anything else. Blankets stitched by Mom are cozier, homemade food is healthier, home is always home.