Setting into a coast; a life
An old friend from LA emailed and when I wrote her back, I told her I loved her photos of her city — burnt and hot-looking on her Instagram account, offering a glimpse of a place I’ve never visited but … Continue reading
An old friend from LA emailed and when I wrote her back, I told her I loved her photos of her city — burnt and hot-looking on her Instagram account, offering a glimpse of a place I’ve never visited but … Continue reading
I like your wedding dress, aunt Morg. (I was wearing a brightly patterned maxi dress.) I’m going to swing on the swings now, but I’ll be careful, so everyone calm down. Back it up, sister. Good morning! Let’s get this … Continue reading
A few weeks ago, the lovely folks at LinkedIn asked if they could interview me for their Get Connected video series. My first inclination was to say no; that’s embarrassing, I thought, and there goes a whole afternoon. But I … Continue reading
The Philadelphia row home my grandparents lived in always smelled like sauerkraut, and while that sounds like an insult, I don’t mean it to be. We would visit a few times a year, and as we pulled onto their street … Continue reading
My parents put us in dance classes when I was four. At my first recital, I walked out on stage, clad in my red sequins and some messy feather headpiece, ready to dance to “76 Trombones.” But then I looked … Continue reading
Years ago (five, maybe? Who can remember?) I took a day-long writing workshop from MediaBistro. I was toiling with my first YA (now one of those books-in-a-drawer everyone talks about) and just needed some focus, and the class was helpful. … Continue reading
In Miami, it’s all neon lights and scooters, waking me up with her electric blue flashes and small engines. The clouds move in at midday, every day, just in time for a lunch I’m too stuffed to eat. The Art … Continue reading
The best part of going on vacation is that you get to pull out your summer dresses and wedges, those bright colors and patterns that make the sun seem to glitter and burn even when there’s still melting snow outside … Continue reading
Something about her varsity jacket caught my eye. It was old looking — retro. More Danny Zuko than Pinelands Wildcats circa 1994, like my own varsity jacket. I studied her, because I was intrigued. Who was this girl wearing a … Continue reading
When I was about 15, I met someone who kept a reading journal, listing every book she’s ever read and a sentence or two summing up her feelings about each one. She wasn’t smug about it, but she had every … Continue reading