In 1892, my great great grandmother got on a boat. She was 37 years old and living on an island in the middle of the Baltic Sea with her two […]
Troy died 10 years ago today.
If you’ve known me for any length of time for the past 15 years, that name has come up.
Troy was my best friend. Like, that best friend at the top of the best friend pile who is secretly your favorite.
Even Picasso’s blue period came to an end. Those were my friend’s helpful words when I told him that my casual-meaningful-fleeting-monogomous relationship had ended. We’d been dating for a good […]
Magazines have always been something I treasured. I read them as a kid, but it wasn’t until journalism school that I really fell hard for them. The edgy design and […]
“Are you traveling by yourself?” I was surprised at just how many times I received that question while on my latest adventure. I write this post the night before I […]
The Feminist Kitchen quietly turned 5 this summer. So did the little boy whose arrival is what nudged me to start it in the first place. I turned 32 smack […]
Facebook is Narcissism in its Purest and Greatest Form. That’s how I felt about Facebook when I first (reluctantly) joined, 10 years ago this month. That’s also the name of […]