There are three shelves of My Little Ponies in my (pink) office. With accessories. Right by the box of Strawberry Shortcake Colorforms and unicorn coloring book, near my Smurf glass. I don’t necessarily broadcast this behavior, but after visiting The Art of the Brick at Discovery Times Square, I realized that there’s absolutely no shame in playing forever.
We all know that New York is the city that never sleeps, but it’s more than that. It can morph into any country from around the world at any moment, making it the ultimate shape shifter.
Maybe it’s the golden leaves in Central Park and rows of pumpkins at every corner shop, but Autumn in Manhattan gets me every time.
Like many visits to “The City,” my latest was filled with momentum, bacchanalia, and that sinfully salty pretzel smell.
New York’s Museum of Modern Art is one heck of a captivating art vortex.
I have watched the U.S. Open tennis tournament on TV for most of my life. As the daughter and granddaughter of professional tennis players, that’s sort of what you do.
