Tag: Writing

Feline Noir: Losing & finding Minino

Crunching in the darkness through leaf-cluttered backyards, quietly opening and closing gates, we tip-toed through the neighborhood, supercharged with adrenaline. “Minino!” We called and called and called. Our flashlights violated the private corridors of our neighborhood: dense town-homes or apartment buildings (obsessed with security) crowding in on older Craftsman homes with sizable yards and flimsy

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Breaking the shopping twitch: Maybe things really are different now

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

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Seduced by the hunt: confessions of an online shopper

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

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How writing helps me know myself & appreciate life

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

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Little lessons: seek out what you want, not what others want you to want

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

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