I squint in the dark, hands groping for Phillip Lim's. can't find them—how? they're huge—so I make a grab for the mug of hot lemon water. Don't need perfect eyesight to drink. I squint again. It's sour, a good kinda sour. My eyes adjust (as do my taste buds.) One hour later I'm in  d o w n w a r ... Read More
The Phenomenon of New Year’s Resolutions
It seems so arbitrary to pen up new behaviorial commandments—typically dietary—in relation to a new calendar year. Trust: I've tried for years, starting new journals with the chutzpah of a kid on Christmas day and a page full of things to change. What began as mandatory grade school assignments ... Read More
Four-Eyed Girl
I was one of those weird kids who never had a problem with my near-sightedness. Maybe it's because I've needed prescription lenses since the first grade, or perhaps I was too engrossed in books and ballet classes to register their "un-cool" factor. Whatever. No one called me four eyes, and even if ... Read More