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...
The holidays are almost upon us and while I was hoping to share a lot of tasty treats and cheer leading up to them, life completely sidelined our ...
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 I was turning 13, my parents asked me if I wanted to have a Bat Mitzvah or a blowout party (with a rented wooden dance floor in my backyard)....
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 ...
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...
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...
The thing about pie is it's quite mysterious until you cut into it. Unlike a tart, which openly reveals its identity upon first glance, a pie only...
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 ...
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 ...