Andrea Duchon

A freelance writer living and working in New York City.


Platitudes: A Brand’s Responsibility in a Tragedy


I have this problem with platitudes.

You know what a platitude is even if you aren't familiar with the word — those meaningless flashes in the pan of emotion that come along with any tragedy. The “sending prayers” and “my heart is breaking” well-wishes scattered across social networks whenever calamity strikes. When…


A Love Letter to New York City


There’s this interesting thing that happens when you tell people you’re leaving New York. I should know — I’ve done it three times now. This time, however, I’m…


Platitudes: A Brand’s Responsibility in a Tragedy


I have this problem with platitudes.

You know what a platitude is even if you aren't familiar with the word — those meaningless flashes in the pan of emotion that come along with any tragedy. The “sending prayers” and “my heart is breaking” well-wishes scattered across social networks whenever calamity strikes. When…


Forgive Me Foodies, For I Have Sinned


I despise lemons. Before you start judging, I know what you’re thinking. Lemons? How could anyone possibly hate lemons so much? But it’s true, and unfortunately, it’s much worse than the general, run-of-the-mill dislike. It’s a deep, visceral hatred that I’ve found nearly impossible to explain to anyone who dares to ask why.