“It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears, a world of hope and a world of fears, there’s so much that we share that it’s time we’re aware it's a...."   Small world. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always loved Mom & Pop stores. Boutique stores. Family-owned businesses. Small little four walled universes unique unto themselves. Maybe it’s because my grandparents owned a fountain shop, the forerunners to coffee shops and bodegas on Flatbush Ave in Brooklyn. Besides the swive

I find myself talking to Siri a lot lately. That should tell you everything you need to know about my state of relationships. I’m getting so used to being by myself that talking to my phone is beginning to feel normal. I mean, I have to admit it, she does seem to have a lot of answers, and she doesn’t snap at me, well, at least not yet. I think it actually would feel a lot more real if the designers of Siri gave her a little bit more ‘tude. Sometimes I have to say her name te