New York City. I was born and raised here. Now I am raising my three girls here. I can’t tell you how meaningful this is to me. I know this place. It is part of me. And yet. There is so much of this place that is unfamiliar to me. One of my favorite things to do is to explore new pockets of my hometown. Over the weekend, Husband and I went down to the East Village before our dinner date with good friends at Narcissa (yum) in the new Standard Hotel. We spotted this fabulous wall on East Houston Street and then killed time in the charming St. Marks Bookshop where I, um, purchased six books which I then shoved in my purse. Hey, nothing wrong with supporting my fellow authors, huh?