When I first moved to San Francisco in 2005, I hadn’t made up my mind about it. I wasn’t coming home, specifically, nor was I moving to a city...

The other day, I posted on Facebook, “Anyone else feel like they’re just barely holding their shit together?” It may have been my most comme...

"I owe you a phone call” is what my friends and I say to each other whenever we find ourselves exchanging a flurry of emails and text messages w...

Serves fourFor the labneh: 1 container of full fat Greek yogurt 1 teaspoon of kosher saltFor the basil oil: 1⁄3 cup of extra virgin o...

Serves four to sixFor the tomato sauce: 1 28 oz can of diced tomatoes 1 clove of garlic 6 sprigs of fresh oregano, stems removed 1 teaspoo...

When you are a wordy person, there is an expectation that you should always know what to say. Wordy people know how to write a thank you card, a M...

I'm writing to you from a black hole. A brief breath of fresh air in the midst of one of the busiest, most chaotic weeks of work. The reason? It's...

Back when we took our first family trip to Los Angeles as a family of three (!!!), we did something I feel is probably out of the question for a few...

When my parents and I moved from Russia first to Israel, and then to the United States, our relatives said goodbye to us knowing there was a very ...

I recently joked to a friend that if my content of the past 6 months were turned into a haiku (ignoring the whole 5-7-5 rule), it would go somethi...

Let me introduce you to a girl who loves breakfast as much as I do and has a whole blog devoted to all things delicious in the a.m. I first came a...

I’ve noticed something interesting recently, about the way my generation thinks about the present and the future. Our everyday lives seem to def...