I’m on the way to the dentist this morning. I’ve opened up my white digital canvas to throw down some sentences, when my own words float back to me. The other morning when my husband tried to get me to buy the idea that he didn’t know how to make pancakes, I had said to him …
I’m looking down from my apartment window this sleepy Tuesday morning on a thin sheet of white. My eyelids may only be half open, but my heart warms at the view. I love the white stuff. I love how it settles over a busy, bustling city like New York and seems to soften it, just …
Cool is the opposite of truth. Cool is the death of possibility. I’m a sucker for Cool. I see glossy photographs or 4 inch high heels or cigarettes and I think…wow. Cool is aspirational. And it is also cultivated, pre-meditated. Cool isn’t very cuddly. You don’t see a picture of Angelina Jolie in black leather pants …
I was surprised and delighted by my Yoga class this morning…Dropped in and met a teacher I’d never had before – a petite, perky blond lady with thick black glasses whose musical playlist included Death Cab for Cutie and Florence + The Machine and who chatted pleasantly and told us to ‘tuck in our booties’. …