Lest you think that I hold court in my kitchen with any semblance of pretentious type-A foodie-ism, behold — the humble 30 minute improv dinner. Making do with existing ingredients is one of… Continue reading
As a recovering perfectionist, believe me when I tell you that sometimes you need a little jolt of indulgence. Even when your will is balking and you don’t feel you’ve done enough to… Continue reading
sometimes i write in lowercase because it feels like i have nothing epic or loud or brave to say. especially these days, which have me circling in a weird holding pattern over several… Continue reading
A little prickle of melancholy poked me this morning because it was all too lovely — the sunny window seat. The glass of milky cold-brewed coffee, glistening with condensation diamonds. The thick weekend paper.… Continue reading
You already know that my eye collects things. Prolifically. So much that it’s been whining for a theme song. So I wrote it one. plainclothes poems, the song is called. Shall I show you… Continue reading
My identity lost a lot of blood when I was transplanted to Holland. Three years on, it still looks anemic. Some days I don’t care that I’m not myself in Dutch yet, and… Continue reading
My sister snapped some gems while she was here — here is us, through her lens. Step into our bunker lair. Where the light filters in soft. And the cracks in the wall… Continue reading
Exhibit A, 2009: Two crazy kids, nonchalant and confident that they will rock ‘this marriage thing.’ Exhibit B, 2012: Two shaken-up kids. The nonchalance seared off quick, like a slick of kerosene on… Continue reading
I’ve been swirling about in a two-week tornado of work and writing, and the wind is finally dying down. Now I’m hovering just above ground with the tumbleweeds and rooftiles and chickens that… Continue reading
I feed on white noise. In fact, I sleep deepest with a clackety fan blowing by my head. I can hole away in the back of a coffee shop, focusing through the hum… Continue reading
