I’ve been writing about dating, men and my own anxiety (ahem, ~perspective~) for as long as I can remember. In middle school it was a journal, covered in Kristen Cavalleri photos and Fall Out Boy lyrics collaged and stained with Smackers, I wrote my feelings and felt the angst leave my body by way of … More And She’s Back…
On page 225, I shove the copy of “Me Before You” that I have been reading into my bag tipsily and clumsily. The last thing I need is to approach this week vulnerable and with these romantic, rose colored glasses on.. When will I learn that drinking wine at 30,00 foot altitude is something I … More Ablaze in Los Angeles
The words didn’t taste any different sitting on my tongue. Much unlike the bitter, viscous words I was used to swishing around, playing with them inside of my mouth for long enough to make a decision on whether or not I’d swallow them or spit them out carelessly, these were devoid of any weight, and … More The Poisonous Tongue
Yesterday was a day just like any other..I scurried out of the office at a meant-to-make-you-feel-shameful 5:38 p.m. and rushed to Crunch gym for a 6:00 p.m. yoga class. Naturally I didn’t arrive on time, so instead opted to plug in one of those aerobic workouts on the elliptical and continue to work/ apartment hunt … More The Naked First Date
My oftentimes doppelganger and unabashed inspiration Carrie Bradshaw said something in the Season 1 episode “Bay of Married Pigs” that resonated with me now more so than ever: “He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress: you know it’s not your style but it’s right there, so you try it on … More The DKNY Dress
I love seeing my best friend from home. With a lifestyle so different from my own, whenever we get together, (especially when it’s on my turf here in NY), I make sure to really turn it on for her. I tell her my stories, which she always deems “crazy”, and fill her in on all … More The Story of When He Was Hiding Drugs in My Apartment
Today was not a good day for me.. Or, at least, I didn’t think it was. Frankly, I’m still unsure. One thing’s for sure, today was a day. 9 hours earlier: I murmured apologies to my VP, air-kissed my L’Oreal co-workers goodbye and danced out of The Carlton Hotel and onto Madison Avenue like I … More The Story of When A Gypsy Kissed Me in JFK
The day after my breakup I went into work. With no food in my system, no coffee, no makeup on, and absolutely no sense of motivation, I scurried in, sat down at my desk and attempted normalcy. I was completely choked up, but if I didn’t open my mouth to speak I was fine. After … More “Over It” Meeting
