Fun fact about me: I skipped eighth grade! At the end of my seventh grade year at the local public middle school, one of my teachers told my mom that he thought eighth grade would be a waste of time for me. Looking back on that summer, I remember a...
I spent last weekend at home in Sacramento, and it was simply glorious. I booked the ticket as a sort of belated Mom's birthday slash early Mother's Day present: essentially, a trip home to hang out with my parents and their dog. Even though I was...
New York is a city best seen from above; Paris is a city best seen on the streets. It's a city of winding cobblestone streets and crumbling facades, flower shops and classic bistros, perfectly planned gardens and windows full of intricate...
The other day, a friend posted a definition of sonder on his Facebook page: "n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited...
Confession that isn’t that surprising: I’m a perfectionist who attempts to make it all appear effortless, someone who insists on showcasing the highlight reel without even acknowledging the backstage. Come to a dinner party at my house, and the...