Now that I've reached the ripe old age of 29, I can tell you that I've seen some trends come and go, and come again. Those colored corduroy pants ...
When I was in the 5th grade, my grandpa came to live with my family. At the time, I thought it might be temporary, but by the time I got to high s...
I was about to start this post with "Dear Matthew" when I realized that I started my last post in a similar fashion and I'm not writing letters he...
Happy Friday! As the days of summer dwindle, I'm actually starting to get excited for the month of September — the real San Francisco summer. ...
I have this thing when I love a song. I will listen to it over and over until I get sick of it. Matt never does that, unless I ask. Nicely. These ...
About a year ago, I took a trip to New Orleans — home to every delicious food vice imaginable. What surprised me, however, was a random little j...
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...
I don't talk much about it here, but when I was quite small, I lived in Israel for almost two years. It was there that my pale Russian skin receiv...