This actually started as a comment to my good friend, Hannah's, latest post (check out her blog, her photographs are beautiful and incredibly interesting), but as I kept typing, I figured I'd just post it here instead of leaving an essay in her comments. Hannah is French. She lives in Paris, although she's currently in … Continue reading But why
"There's no place like home." As most of my close friends and family know, I absolutely loved the Wizard of Oz when I was a child. Actually, "loved" is a severe understatement. It was an obsession bordering on mania, as most of my loves tend to be. I remember clearly how it started. I found my mother's … Continue reading Home.
I haven’t written in this blog in a long time. And until just a few moments ago, I couldn't really tell you why. Being busy, not feeling “inspired,” or not having anything to share are not really accurate excuses. I think it’s because I've been hiding. I didn't know I was hiding, not at first. … Continue reading I don’t know.
I've been formulating this post in my head over the past few days, and I feel it's only fitting to write and post it now, on the 27th anniversary of my birth. There's a lot in the news lately, but I'm going to resist writing about that, (there are plenty of articles out there that … Continue reading Be an Adult.
Today, instead of writing another long-winded entry about how grateful I am that Life is so beautiful (or about feminism), I figured I just share with you one of my favorite videos from my friend, Marushka Mujic. Log into your Facebook and check out her timeline. She posts these wonderfully poetic public videos about once … Continue reading Let it go.
Okay, I'm going to try and keep this one short, but I just had to share something that happened to me this weekend. On Sunday, I had booked several meetings for "Are You Afraid of the '90s?" pre-production, and catching up with old friends that I haven't seen in a while. I met up with my hilarious and … Continue reading Taken Care
Several wonderful, lovely, supportive friends of mine have told me that I should write a blog. I have been very hesitant about doing so, as I am very aware of just how many people have blogs and how narcissistic it seems for me to start one - especially when that blog has no set focus or … Continue reading He was a friend of mine.
Every single writer, poet, filmmaker, musician, and artist who has ever lived in New York has tried to express how much they love New York. Or how much they hate New York. It can be the most magical place on earth or it can make you want to jump into the tracks of an oncoming … Continue reading Inspired during an early evening commute home…