A few weeks ago, I was listening to NPR in my car, as I often do. In between world news and the circus that is a presidential election year, came ...
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...
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 ...
My first spring in Seattle and I’m already learning what it means to get ‘hit’ by the passing season. Coming from California, where spring i...
I have a friend who especially enjoys traveling alone. She brings along a stack of books, makes a day-to-day itinerary based on only the things sh...
You know how sometimes you want a chocolate chip cookie AND cake? It's hard to decide. Now, you don't have to. Thanks to the guys at Baked, a Broo...
It snowed in Seattle. On November 4th. I mean…I realize we left California for the PNW but this was something. There’s a part of me that reall...
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 ...
Everything starts anew. Year after year that I live in San Francisco, I am reminded that the fog will roll in right around my birthday. And I will...
Back in May, I had the pleasure of spending an evening at my friend Veronica's house, where I got to meet — in person — a number of my favorit...
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...
