Dear Amy, I'm sorry I never published your poetry in our literary magazine because I said it was full of cliches. I was the gatekeeper and what I ...
I’ve been slowly — very, very slowly — reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Every couple of nights when I’m not up late working,...
I’m a card-carrying member of the Alison Roman fan club. I’ve made The Cookies and The Stew. I watch all of her Instagram videos, and I basica...
It's been decided. Ice cream sandwiches are definitely the best way to celebrate an occasion. This is the second time I am writing about Matt in the...
Winter fruit hardly excites me. I do love pears, and apples are good only when they are REALLY good, but other than that, I find winter to be the ...
Living in a twelve unit building where my primary view is an arm-length's peek into other people's apartment windows, I've realized how much this ...
There are few things better in life than a hot summer day, a cold dip in an ocean/lake/pool, a run through the sprinklers, a bowl full of watermel...
We all lie to ourselves on a daily basis. Whether it’s a little or a lot, about the small stuff or the big stuff, these lies get us through our da...
On our first date, Matt tried to convince me to read his favorite book, Infinite Jest (I had no intention, he would soon find out just how stubbor...
I have a confession to make. With this brilliant Indian Summer we've had, I've missed one thing, and it's truly a surprise: cold, rainy, windy day...