Be Well

I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, and my city. I work out because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, and food as art and love. New York City chants along generously to this kind of hedonism. There’s an energy on this island that unites body, mind, and spirit at a brilliant pulse. Here are some stories from that rhythm.

Wellness is not about not eating dim sum.

On a sticky August morning in Chinatown, find curious relief in a steaming pot of tea, a plate of dumplings, a good laugh.

Wellness is about eating dim sum mindfully. It's passing a Saturday morning at Nom Wah Tea Parlor on Chinatown's enchanted Doyers Street, home of ghosts and gunfights, and tucking into a marvelous Shanghainese soup-dumpling or steamed pork bun and being, in a bright moment, alive in the body of this life. Wellness is about traveling in taste and in time through the past, to 1920, when a now-forgotten family first opened its doors to a community longing for the tastes and textures of Canton. Wellness is about bringing the body upward into the mind. Wellness is a Saturday morning.