Sweats for Christmas, but make it fashion. Merry Christmas Eve! I'm writing this in bed from my "childhood" home, a setting (and notion) that would garner instant sentimentality points if it weren't so misleading. I am very much so spending Christmas at my parent's house, but the truth is, ... Read More
To All the Things Lost, And Never Found
Glossier Rose Balm Dotcom, And the crunchiest fry—you know the kind Consumed by the black hole The crack between the driver's seat and the center console Never to be fished out, much less found. My favorite pen refill— The Zebra Surari ballpoint in ... Read More
Gratitude
In the last two weeks I've felt more at ease with myself than I have in a long time—a byproduct of growing older and wiser, I assume. The baby fat that clings to my cheeks, skims my waist, and sits on my thighs has not yet disappeared, but I'm less preoccupied with the extra inches. They'll shed ... Read More