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 ...
"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
I’m not usually very good at staying silent. I’m often quick to judge and make a statement. In the heat of the moment, I often see things in b...
Have you ever wanted to just pack up your things and jet? Having lived in San Francisco for nearly a decade, I’ve been feeling generally exhaust...
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 live in California, sometimes you feel hours behind everyone else. Weirdly, we watch a recording of the ball dropping in Times Square on ...
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...
The first blog I ever had was a LiveJournal. I wrote in it the way I would write emails to my friends (and they'd comment back as if we were on on...
One of my favorite bloggers, Joanna Goddard recently wrote a cute little blog post, asking readers about their first kiss. Mine was at the ripe o...
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,...