October has drifted into Los Angeles, marked mostly by our collective decision to drink pumpkin spice in everything and squint up at the occasionally overcast sky. LA fall is more of a mood than a season—but we’ll take it, along with the sweaters.
Read MoreThere was a time when hopping on a plane was my go-to move for inspiration. But this summer, with no travel plans, a looming deadline, and a 12-year-old to keep entertained, I had to get more creative with my routine. Inspiration wasn’t as far away as I thought.
Read MoreFrom the moment Mom and I decided to go to Paris, our plan was simple: no plans, no shopping. No lines for the world’s best macaron or must-see exhibits. We strolled right past the gorgeous storefronts and did not formally tour the architectural masterpieces. We aimed to appreciate Paris in our own way, letting the city lead us.
Read MoreLike many people who got glasses in childhood, I remember that first day of galloping around the house, shouting “I can see everything now!” I know it’s a common memory among specs-wearing kids—along with squinting, inching closer to the blackboard, using one eye, and pretending to be totally fine with sitting out all ball sports. You don’t know how flawed your micro-hacks are until the day those glasses arrive.
Read MoreIn ninth grade, for reasons I’m now too old to remember, I learned the first half of the poem “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop. Saying it aloud felt like an impressive party trick — and by “party” I mean my friends at the lunch table, because I was 15 going on 13 and nobody was inviting me to anything. But knowing even half that poem made me feel smart. Like I’d lived through some stuff.
Read More
