The other day, I walked out of my house and smelled Fall. It was smokey and cold and hit the back of my nostrils in a rush of wind. Despite our ty...
March is lot like a long, flat stretch of road somewhere. It’s far enough away from where you’ve left (winter) and not quite to where you’re h...
I just finished reading my friend Jess’s fantastic new book. We finally (finally!) met in person about a month ago after spending years followin...
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Every year, I look forward to summer with the sort of anticipation that can only be described as childish. I am eager for the longer days and the ...
An American burger welcomes every immigrant with open arms. Sure, people have invented and reinvented it; they put foie gras and chickpeas in it...
It feels inevitable now. That at some point, I would have started to feel homesick, or perhaps sick for the past. Our transition, the move, the bi...
Old habits die hard. I have this alarm clock that I have had for about 8 years now. I bought it from a Chinese store in Siena, Italy as a replacem...
I started throwing lots of things away recently. Old magazines, high school t-shirts I've been holding onto since — well — high school, pre-ad...
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