Would you like to join me for a stroll in Central Park today? Let’s back up a little first though; this morning I am sitting at my desk with a roaring ear infection and wifi that keeps going out and disconnecting me from the servers at work. It’s vexing and more than a little painful, and I smell like rice because of the homemade compress I’m using. I complain to my friends, as one does, and shortly a DoorDash order…
A while ago I posted a few questions to my Instagram story about careers, as I struggled to make a difficult career-related decision myself. You guys responded en masse and with such thoughtful and interesting answers that I simply had to write up a post rather than just continue making ridiculously long Instagram stories with all your responses. Career is an interesting topic for me for several reasons: one, it’s not something which is discussed a whole lot for women…
I wasn’t sure what to call you at first. Fellow exile? No, that makes it sound like we’re being persecuted. Fellow displaced person? But we aren’t refugees. This extraordinary season we are living in makes me incapable of even addressing you properly, but regardless, I wanted to write to you.
New York City is one of the fashion capitals of the world, I hear, alongside Paris and other such progressive places. It certainly is a place where you can expect to see just about anything and everything walking down a sidewalk, and even though there’s enough weirdness here that I should be used to it by now, sometimes I still find someone so interesting I can’t help sneaking a picture from the hip. Wanna see? Sometimes what you see is…
…your bag never weighs less than about fifty-three pounds. It is liable to contain any or all of the following items at any time: a pair of shoes, two full meals, an umbrella, a banana, a five pound bag of flour, a book or maybe two, enough chargers and headphone cords to tie up a prisoner, pepper spray, an actual pepper, keys for all the twenty-three locks in your life, a hat, a sweater, a large box of cookies for…
Do you ever get these little ditties stuck in your head that won’t leave for years and years? I do. There’s a line I heard once that runs through my head with shocking frequency, “Love is patient, love is kind. Love means slowly losing your mind.” Why it has stuck is anyone’s guess, but it pops in at the most random and inopportune moments to say hello. There’s another one that’s slightly less morbid that often comes to mind as…
It feels like sitting in front of a screen, wondering about the meaning of life, and not being able to put any of it into words. It feels like endless rabbit trails of researching the effects of SPF and watching screaming goat videos and taking stupid quizzes to see what kind of pizza topping I am most like in order to avoid opening my drafts and working. It feels like browsing the explore tab on Instagram to avoid even writing…
Am I qualified to write a post about how to start your own blog? Probably not. I haven’t been doing this for ten or fifteen years like a lot of people, but it has been a little while now, and I’ve had a couple inquiries from people who want to write themselves, so maybe there will be something helpful in here for you. First, what do you want to say, and to whom? If you want to write a blog,…
There are days when inspiration just spills out of my brain, and witty and engaging posts practically write themselves, complete with illustrations. I love those days, and sometimes I’ll write several posts at once and schedule them for the following weeks. And then there are weeks like this one. I think and I think, and sentences refuse to form in my head. My imagination is a desolate desert, all wit flees, inspiration dries up, and I sit like a lump…
Reasons you should wear a red beret: It makes you look like a grand writer full of noble thoughts and ideas. It makes everybody want to insert you into their pictures when you’re visiting a tumbling down, picturesque graveyard, because you look like a storybook character. It means your roommate can always find you, whether in a forest or a shopping mall, which is pretty difficult for her seeing how little and brown you are without it. It keeps your…
When I was in school, I simply hated the writing assignments I was given. I used to groan about having “Nothing to write about!” and dread the days I had to write poetry and essays. But somewhere along the road, things changed. Maybe it was after school when I could write about whatever I pleased, or maybe it was when I learned to be a speedy typist, and my fingers could keep up with my thoughts. Whatever the case, somewhere…
Any writer knows that one of the best ways to write well is to read good writing. And we are lucky, because unlike our grandparents, we don’t have to rely on books for this. We can pick up our phones and find a wealth of lovely articles at our fingertips. And if you create art in other ways than writing, there is so much inspiration abounding online. Gorgeous pictures, recipes for everything you could ever want, house decor…it’s endless. I…