In New Yorker writer and novelist Jamaica Kincaid's new, loosely autobiographical novel, See Now Then, the two daughter characters are resentful of how much time their mother spends writing. So it was only natural that Mother Jones' recent interview with Kincaid about the book turned to the matter of having/not having it all.
After a 4:30 a.m. wake-up call, a LIRR train to Long Island, a shuttle bus, and an accidental security breach, I survived the first day of Lululemon’s epic warehouse sale today. What follows is a diary from the front lines of discount yoga-gear madness — including a run-in with the Lululemon fanatics who flew cross-country to be there.
Happy 100th birthday to Grand Central Station, New York City’s backdrop of choice for making your dramatic escape to Chicago, coming back from the boarding school that expelled you, proposing via flash mob, or, if you're really lucky, meeting your spouse.
