Real human connection isn’t easy to come by. It takes time to cut through the bullshit and get to the juicy stuff: What’s making you happy right now? Sad? What did that feel like? What are you afraid of? Unlike many other mediums, podcasts can offer a window into this wonderful world of human experience.
Tonight, I wandered into a giant Forever 21. I was by myself, talking long-distance with my dad through my earbuds. We were deep into one of our political conversations. It’s a rousing game of word tennis that we play — an amicable exchange. I love this about my relationship with my dad. I had been
It always starts innocently enough. You see a blouse on Instagram and go searching for it on the web. You’ll just peruse a little, see what you can find. You experience surges of delight when your badass googling abilities deliver just what you’re looking for. What begins as curiosity becomes a ravenous pursuit. A colossal challenge
I love the gentle whoosh-whoosh of the traffic outside mingling with my playlist of ambient tunes. We’ve designed our spare bedroom to be a creative space: Brenton does his music thing, I do my writing thing. Not so long ago, I wasn’t making any time for this necessary enterprise and it weighed on me. I
If I don’t intentionally carve out time to be creative, it simply doesn’t happen. It’s one of those things that makes me feel so much more buoyant afterwards, but getting into it can be a challenge. Lately, I’m not making any excuses. Doing something, anything creative is fun and important. However, what sets the tone for
The other night, I was running on the treadmill, intoxicated by just how good Random Access Memories is (seriously, the moment a song ends, all momentum drains out of me until the next song gets going again). My brain has been buzzing with all of these ideas — minimalism, new creative projects, places I want
It has taken me the better part of my 29 years to find an effective skincare routine. I’ve battled with super dry skin, been disappointed by countless bottles of lotion claiming to soothe even the driest of skin types. Somehow, certain lotions that made this promise seemed to actually make my skin feel less moisturized
It took over a decade of experimentation for me to find my own sense of style. Finally, after loads of searching (especially online), coveting chic bloggers, thrift-shopping, mall-shopping, and oh, so many donations, I finally love my clothes and how I feel in them.