My mother let fly with a nonstop barrage of chatter the minute I arrived at her apartment. “Look at this,” she said, holding an ancient Missoni sweater up to herself the way she’d held clothes up to me on shopping trips when I was five. “It’s from 1988 — and I still have it!” Keeping […]
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The first time I ate Indian food was at a restaurant right off George Square in Glasgow, Scotland. It was ten o’clock at night, my server spoke with a brogue that was straight out of Her Majesty, Mrs. Brown, and the vindaloo that was set down before me was incendiary enough to clear my sinuses […]
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