Circumstantial Happiness.
“Is this something we still want to do?” I stared at him from across the table, oh-so-movie-perfectly as our apathetic diner waitress doled out our 6pm omelette and breakfast burrito. Two days and fourteen apartments later, round one of our search for the...
I Love You And I Like You: The Ebbs And Flows Of Body Image
Quick poll: who has ever been frustrated with someone they love? ::raises hand:: Think about your lasting, enduring relationships. They can be with friends, family members, or significant others. There are definitely times you don’t like them, like what they...
Three Inches Of Sideboob: On Preemptive Body-Shaming, The Phantom Gaze, And “A Little Too Much”
I opened the photo file and gasped. My hand rested on my chest, keeping my deep-V sweater in place on what I remembered was an unusually chilly spring day. It had misted in Venice that weekend – a not-quite-drizzle not-quite-overcast-fog that, of course, sent...
Hope Was The Chant.
I am not a political person. I don’t talk politics, I don’t converse about foreign policy. I don’t follow as much as I probably should, and I don’t state opinions because I don’t like pretending I know what I’m talking about. But...
Updos And Down Dogs: On Meeting Yourself.
“I can’t do that kind of yoga. It’s too slow.” She stared at me with an ice sheet over her eyes, a look that darted back and forth and when it hit me it seared right through and past me. If you do yoga every day, or every week, how is this kind...
