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 ...
Around this time of year, life tends to move a little faster while work tends to move a little slower. I like it that way. The parties, visitors a...
On our first date, Matt tried to convince me to read his favorite book, Infinite Jest (I had no intention, he would soon find out just how stubbor...
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 ...
I’ll always remember the summer (and fall) of 2015 as the one that we spent living at Ocean Beach. Historically, the San Francisco summer has be...
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...
There is no perfect time for perfect, it seems. In our modern age, we're all trying to tackle that elusive concept: perfect timing. We want to qui...
My first Christmas in America was a confusing one at best. Coming from Russia (by way of Israel) where we had a New Year’s tree and a fellow nam...
Back in the spring of 2003, I embarked on my first solo international flight headed to Siena, Italy by way of Florence, by way of Bologna. I must ...