A strange thing happened at dinner with friends a few weeks ago. When each of us reached for our cell phones at the table, it was not to check-in on Foursquare, nor to take photos of our food. It was to check the news – on Twitter. It was the week of the Boston Marathon 
What’s a grown up city kid to do to replace pastoral Easter egg scavenges? By Meredith Russo I’ve never spent an Easter in the city, but the thought of it makes the kid in me sad. It’s no wonder they (not I, but they) say kids here grow up to be jaded. The Easter Bunny 
The grass is always greener. Unless it’s still frozen. And brown. Now, we’re all ready for winter to be over. Lately, however, as the wind stings my face when I take my dog around the block at 3 a.m. – begging her to go, if only to feel the warmth inside the doggie bag defrost 
Let’s all take a collective sigh – or warm breath into our numb hands – and stop complaining already. It’s freezing and windy and damp. So what? Tis the season for layering, so enjoy it! You’ll be sorry when summer rolls around and you remember what your arms look like. Now layer until it’s hard 
Now that you know how to prepare for a puppy in the city – your fingers should be frozen but strong and your squats impressively stable – it’s time to talk dog breeds. Choosing the right breed can take years of research and careful contemplation, but I’m here to save you the trouble with one 
Don’t worry about the fact that you’ve already ditched your resolutions, and focus on helping New York City’s neighborhoods keep theirs. Look at you, New York! I hardly recognize this group of non-smoking, exercising, healthy-eating and organized individuals. What happened? You used to be fun. Interesting, at least. The truth is, if everyone in New 
As the temperature drops, the thought of spending all your time indoors with a warm, cuddly puppy might sound like an inspired idea. Sure, that sweet puppy breath will defrost your face when you come in from the cold. And how good will that fuzzy tummy feel sleeping atop your tired, frozen feet? What you 
By Meredith Russo What the hell, 2012. No really, who do you think you are? I guess that Zombie Bath Salt Apocalypse went to your head. And “Call Me Maybe.” Maybe. That happened. But meggings? You’re leaving 2013 with meggings? What are meggings? Oh, you know, what a casual dude might buy at LululeMAN if 
