Alizah Salario

My Sunday morning ritual goes something like this: roll out of bed, make coffee or tea, run downstairs in my sweats to grab my Sunday copy of the New York Times, curl up on the couch with mug in hand, and read.  I read the front page headlines and halfheartedly breeze through something about real estate and business. Then I devour the style pages, the arts section, the editorials, and the Modern Love column, saving the most controversial part of the paper for last: the wedding announcements.  Read the rest of this entry »