You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like? Lately, I’ve been watching architectural shows the way some people watch cooking competitions. Wide-eyed. Slightly dramatic. Fully aware that I do not, in fact, have Michelin-star money or, in my case, Oshatz or Aires […]
I chose joy as my word many years ago. And it mattered. At the time, joy felt like something to fight for. To protect. To defend from people and circumstances that were very willing to take it. But joy changes. Especially in January. January is not a neutral […]
As 2025 closes its doors, I’m doing a very un-2025 thing. I’m packing up, taking stock, and actually leaving stuff behind. And, I don’t mean my Netflix queue or my collection of weird mugs. I mean the heavy, exhausting, soul-sucking stuff that weighs more than a Manhattan subway […]
Every year, I try to choose a word. A small word with big responsibility. A word that quietly taps me on the shoulder throughout the year and asks, Are you paying attention? In the past in one year for example, I chose joy. And it mattered. I didn’t […]
The end of the year is here, and I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to feel about it. Apparently, the correct response is enthusiasm. The NYC ball drops, we cheer like we personally accomplished something, blow whistles, kiss strangers, and scream numbers as if time itself is […]
Every year around this time, there’s a musical inevitability. Like gravity. Like glitter in your coat pockets until March. Mariah Carey arrives. “All I Want for Christmas Is You” is basically the holiday’s emotional North Star. Thirty years old, somehow ageless, both nostalgic and aggressively modern. The moment […]
Apparently, 2025 was the year people started flirting with the idea of breaking up with the internet. Analog bags are a thing now. Phone-free parties. Digital sabbaths. People announcing publicly, online that they are logging off. Which is ironic. But also understandable. Because the vibe has shifted. The […]
When I was a little kid growing up in the Bronx, Christmas gifts didn’t always come with batteries or flashing lights. Some came with pages. Thick ones. One year, I received a giant coloring book so big it felt like it needed its own ZIP code filled with […]
Today is a very specific kind of day. It is not Christmas Eve.It is slightly past Hanukkah.It is the eve to the eve and we’re on the narrow bridge of Chrismukkah that we walk every year in our house with mild delight and moderate chaos. It’s the in-between […]
When are you most happy? I’m most happy in moments that don’t look impressive on paper. Not the kind of happy that requires a caption or a filter or proof.The kind that just happens. Quietly. Reliably. Like muscle memory. I’m most happy making pancakes for my son at […]
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