By: Gabriela Yareliz When you ride an Uber and you do not feel well, you feel every bump in the road. You feel every pothole and every poor, slapped on repair. In NYC, it can be a harrowing experience. There should be a patron saint of all sick Uber passengers. Praying for them all.
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—But What is Your Dream?
By: Gabriela Yareliz It was a summer night, and the sun was still shining in the Upper West Side. I was impressed by how bright it was and how tired I felt. I had been looped into a late evening meeting at work and told I could take a car home (which I was gratefulContinue reading “—But What is Your Dream?”
On My Way
By: Gabriela Yareliz I like my peaceful homebody moments. I will be in my kitchen, chopping away and intrigued by all of my senses. I learn so much in those moments of edible chemistry. Last week, as I stirred a risotto to death, I learned that vegetable stock and vegetable broth are not the sameContinue reading “On My Way”
GABRIELA YARELIZ 