Katherine Knowles

A lot of the time, I feel like a New Yorker. I will argue with you over where to get the best slice in the city. I often tut at the slowness of pedestrians. I tell cab drivers if I want them to take the Westside Highway or not depending on the time of day. I know how to get to Carnegie Hall.  I once saw a rat try to stare down a Pomeranian. But there are still times when I feel emphatically, culturally Other. Continue reading →