Stopping at Stachowski’s for something delicious to eat on my way back to Georgetown from Dupont Circle has become a small tradition for me. If you’ve read my previous columns, you’ve heard about...

For one-sixth of my life, I wore big metallic braces. From freshman year until long after I graduated from high school, the metal in my mouth fiercely dictated what I could eat. On Aug. 3, 2012, mere...