I need to get something off my chest. I’m sorry but I just have to say it. I love The Cosby Show. And while we’re at it, I love some Woody Allen films. I know, I know, I just did it. I just named not one, but two, of the ‘he who shall not be […]
Don’t you see? We’ve become smart enough to justify stupid behavior. Like, ‘I’m angry at him and I didn’t express it, so I turned my anger inward and now it’s depression, so in order to feel good again, what I should do is call him and express my anger.’ It’s like, if we can make […]
I’ve always believed if I was prettier, if I looked like Audrey Hepburn or Angelina Jolie, I’d be happier. That if I had some type of rare beauty, nothing would ever be wrong. What I’m realizing now, however, is that beauty is such an elusive, intangible concept that no one, even if we think they […]
It’s fair to say women are master interpreters. To our detriment or advantage, we can read between the lines of almost anything. The presence or absence of an exclamation mark; the difference between ‘best’ and ‘cheers’; the use of hello versus hi. We know what people are really thinking, even if they don’t. I’m embarrassed […]
A few weeks ago, I talked about the importance of having a routine. How writers, artists, entrepreneurs, all follow unique schedules in order to keep a certain rhythm, focus and intent to their days. One thing I didn’t mention about the routine was the importance of rituals. If routines are the rigid structures that keep […]
I originally wanted to write about elegance. I spent the week pouring over ideas of what it means to be elegant. How elegance manifests itself and how one comes across elegant. Then I came across this interview with Joan Didion: Q: Do you admire Elegance? A: Yes, because it makes you feel better. It’s a […]
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“Hi.” He knelt down next to her. She was flipping through a new cookbook at the kitchen table, one of those Ottolenghi ones, marking off recipes she probably wouldn’t make anyway. Not out of lack of skill but rather lack of care to try anything new. “Hi?” She met his gaze, eye level with him […]
2018: The Year The year I started in New York. The year I ended up in Asia. The year I swung from Kyoto, to LA, to Hawaii, and back to Kyoto again. The year I spent my mornings drinking green tea with barley. The year I spent my nights wrapped around a grapefruit sho-chu. The […]
You do not need to see my skin or feel my insides, to get a glimpse of my soul it contorts beyond this thin net of crystallites. Contracting constantly, then broad in other realms. You might not need to hear me speak or watch me live, to taste the waters in which I’ve been sunk. […]