Some Like It (Alarmingly) Hot
Does anyone really like obnoxiously hot, humid Central Florida summer weather? Yes. Me.
Does anyone really like obnoxiously hot, humid Central Florida summer weather? Yes. Me.
Ryan and I finally chose our “eventually” city. But it’s not L.A. And it’s not New York anymore, either. What if I told you it’s Orlando, Florida?
There’s what Joe Ricketts wrote in his DNAinfo death statement. And then there’s what everyone else actually heard.
You can’t get people on your side when you’re constantly chasing them away. So why does Streetsblog spend so much time telling people they suck?
Does the place you’re from really define who you are? Or are the places you’ve been along the way more important?
If Halloween makes you fear for your Judaism, your problem isn’t Halloween.
How can you fully embrace your city if you reject one of the most important means for getting around in it?
What do you do when you want to pivot back to what you used to do, that you never thought you’d do again?
When we stop respecting our shared Americanness, we have no respect left for anything else.
The worst thing about inclusion on the left is exclusion on the left. Identity politics doesn’t work when you aim it at each other.