We grew up in the shadow of Silicon Valley. Where being good at math and science was inherently better than being able to bang out a well-written ...
Pancakes have become somewhat of a weekly tradition for us. Most days, Matt and I each sit down to a bowl of food — he to his cereal, me to my y...
Elijah’s Deli welcomed me with open Jewish grandma arms the first time my parents dropped me off in San Diego to start college as a freshman. An...
My hair stylist told me the other day that the mullet is coming back. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but if the mullet means scrunchies, neo...
It seems that everyone — from individuals to brands — want to be identified as 'creative.' Of course we also want to be smart and analytical, ...
Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...
There is news and then there is NEWS. In the grand scheme of things (at least as far as this site is concerned, and the two people who run it) I'm...
Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
Back in 2008 when Matt and I first got engaged, we had to tackle a few of the big questions that everyone does when they decide they’re going to...