CulturePeel

That’s a wrap, . What a wonderfully full handful of days. So many brilliant panels, serendipitous connections, and stolen moments to get to know people I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with in Boston. Let’s do it all again in LA, .jeezzz And what DO you call an adventurous writer?!

My Ukrainian-born great-grandmother Tata was a masterful chef, whipping up countless dishes loved by Ukrainians and Russians alike. Before New Year’s Eve, I made my way to the Russian store for a taste of the beet salad she always prepared as midnight neared - and a whole saga of inedible chicken, a lazy chef, and fatalistic thinking ensued. I wrote about it, and about our collective responsibility, for . Link in bio.

Picture-perfect little Swiss town of Zwingen.