“Think over your life,” Xavi said, a Marlboro perched between two fingers of one hand while the other used a demitasse spoon to stir so many sugars into espresso that it had become a syrup. I sat across from him at a sidewalk cafe in Barcelona thirty years ago, sipping my cappuccino in awe. […]
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The first time Mom and Dad brought me to New York City, I stood in Grand Central and cried. We were only five minutes off the train, and I pleaded for us to turn around and get on the next one going back upstate. I was twelve, and totally aware that my behavior was most […]