
Sleep Deprivation and Hot Banana Peppers
I will never understand why my favorite 4AM activity is eating hot banana peppers from the jar. How did I get to be so gross? I tend to...

5 Apps to Take the City By the Hand
Do you ever feel lost in the far-reaching, crowded, and overall substantial size of New York City? Sometimes there’s so much going on it...

Paperback Books and Scattered Dreams
What are dreams except for elaborate lies. I can fly because I tell myself I can. When awake, if I tell myself I can fly I will fall flat...

This Time of Year
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire" is the subtle melodic phrase that always reminds me of the warmth through the bitter cold of early...
In the State of Inspiration
As I’m traveling to the place I was born, from the place I currently reside, I stare hard out the window. All I want is to be unbound. I...

Vintage Thrift; My Personal Style (c. 2012)
(Photo of my mother in 1973) April 28, 2012 Vintage Thrift; My Personal Style My wardrobe takes pieces from the past. Whether I’ve...

Bristow Road (c. 2011)
In memory of Virginia. For she is always resting in peace, and more so now that I live in New York City, but she will always be alive....
First Encounters (c. 2011)
What does a 19 year-old girl know about love? Not much more than having bigger eyes than her head can carry, gleaming with hope and...
Why Writing Matters (c. 2010)
When I'm reminded of a familiar feeling of digression I look back at old writing. This little number stays with me fairly often,...