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“Goodbye to All That,” a collection of essays about writers leaving the city, now looks at how the past year shifted how we think about living in NYC.

Was the CDC’s Guidance on Ditching Masks Too Hasty—Especially for Folks Living With HIV? Courtesy of the subject Mary Glenn, 67, of Jacksonville, Florida, has been living with HIV since 1990. She was also among those first vaccinated against COVID in early February, because she was part of the Pfizer vaccine trial. In fact, Glenn was one of the nearly 10% of trial participants who were Black. (Black folks have historically been underrepresented in all sorts of clinical trials.) Now, Glenn is enjoying the relative freedom that comes with being fully vaccinated. “I’m taking my mask off ...

The Pittsburgh (Virtual) Fringe Festival will present Las Vegas's most outrageous unknown lounge singer, Trudy Carmichael in her self-proclaimed "FABULOUS" improvised cabaret, "Trudy Carmichael Presents The Improvised One-Woman Show!" at 7:00 pm (ET) / 4:00 pm (PT) on Saturday, May 8th. Join fictional legend, Trudy Carmichael (Robin Rothman), her astounding musical accompanist, Frankey Keys (Frank Spitznagel) furiously tickling the ivories, and high-spirited host, Shane Taymor (Sean Taylor) for an entirely unpredictable improvised event featuring original songs, starry-eyed anecdotes, and str...

Swanky Sid Gold's piano karaoke bar at the Siren Hotel reopens View Comments Get ready crooners and songbirds, Detroit's swanky piano karaoke bar Sid Gold's Request Room at the Siren Hotel is reopening after being closed since the start of the pandemic.  Starting May 7, Sid Gold's will be open 7-11 p.m. Wed.-Sat. The glamorous lounge serves classic and craft cocktails, but the big attraction is singing along to popular and standard songs with a live piano player. For reopening weekend, pianist John Khoury is booked May 7 with Jarrod Champion on May 8.  Singing microphones are sanitized with...

The move upstate was a choice my husband and I made under duress. Newly married, we were getting kicked out of our 1,800 sq ft, ramshackle, under-market East Village loft, and couldn’t find so much as a studio in Flushing for as little as we’d been paying. We thought of ourselves as dyed-in-the-wool New Yorkers, the kind of people who, in no time flat, could conjure the fastest subway route between two points; who knew exactly where to find the perfect quick, cheap bite – and a bathroom to pee in – in any given neighborhood; who were on nodding terms with the anarchists we...