This week, I accidentally found out that Mario is 41 years old. I guess that’s what the decades of the running, the jumping, and the smashing the bricks with…
Grace
Shalom again! Since we last spoke, there’s only been two substantial updates to my life. One is that I finally watched Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis (I know, late to the…
Last week I deleted Instagram. (Not my account entirely – I’m not that cool – I too, feel the need to justify my existence through edited photos now and…
If you don’t feel like the month of September has metaphorically keyed your car, you are not invited to read this newsletter. If you’re still here – holy f*ck….
I always think I enjoy iced coffee season until hot coffee season circles its adorable, steamy bod around. There is truly nothing that compares to a pre-Fall morning –…
I think back-to-school season will always feel a little bit like back-to-school season even if you have no school to get back to. I find myself furiously searching for…
“..[l]et me assure you: the world is full of mediocre men who are stunning successes.” I think of this Fran Lebowitz quote anytime the name Elon Musk appears in…
My first crush was a boy named Tommy in elementary school. In retrospect, I don’t know if I liked him or if we were both just short. At age…
There is a particularly awful public figure that I promised myself I would stop talking about. When you say a name, even in vain, it endows a sort of…
There are very few celebrities I feel I can truly count on. Jane Fonda, Adam Sandler, Meryl Streep, Tom Hanks, Oprah Winfrey, Dwayne the Rock Johnson, and, up until…