“you know our beautiful new couch? yeah. totally toxic.”

To say that my skin has endured a Brooklyn-style beat-down would be an understatement. I don’t know whether it’s Los Angeles, growing older, or the fact that my skin is becoming sensitive to everything (cue visuals of Julianne Moore in Safe prattling on about her totally toxic couch), but the past few months have taken a toll on me. During my Great Depression, a time when I…

built by women: meghan cleary, founder of MeghanSAYS® shoes

Did you know that there are less than 10 footwear companies in the United States run by women? Women purchase twice as many shoes as men yet only eleven women designers/manufacturers were represented in the Power 100? So many companies create products believing they have their customer’s best interests and sartorial desires at heart, but my dear friend, Meghan Cleary, involves her customers at every…

what no one talks about when you move to los angeles

I’ve seen many things since I’ve landed in Los Angeles: grown men walking bengal cats and brown bunnies on a leash, women buying produce wearing scraps that give the suggestion of clothing, couples taking a taxi to their parked cars. I’ve been warned that I live in a place where the land may never settle; the threat of tectonic plates shifting is a constant….

the evolution of an address

You can’t possibly know how much I struggled with posting this photograph on this space. I abhor having my photo taken because it feels like a physical distraction. We all make unconscious judgments and assumptions based on what we see; we assess the superficial: Is she pretty? Is she the “right” weight? And we speculate and place value judgments on the deeply superficial: Who…

setting up shop in your own skin

It’s rare that you’ll find a photo of me around these parts, much less one of me wearing an outfit, as that’s not the sort of thing I’m into, however, I was really happy yesterday and I wanted someone to capture that happiness. Two friends paid me the kindest of compliments; they said that I was one of the good ones, while at the…

love.life.eat. of the week: a woman refuels

This week really wiped me out. So much so that I left a workout class early last night because all I wanted to do was crawl home, shower, and hide under the covers–resting in complete and utter silence. It occurs to me that I can never work full-time because the idea of being in an office five days a week until the end of…

love.life.eat. of the week

While I’ve always been curvy, the size of my chest has oscillated wildly over the years. In my 20s, I was impossibly thin, and shirts fell the way they would when draped on a mannequin. Part of me misses those days without cleavage, not having to worry about the way tops and dresses fit–I simply wore what I wanted to without thinking about it….

the dress I’ll be wearing all. summer. long.

Truth be told, I’m not very fashionable. The idea of shopping {the crowds, the quality, the ever-changing sizes} gives me vertigo, and I very much prefer to live in a uniform. Over the past year, I’ve pared down my wardrobe considerably, and I’ve about 10 items I wear on rotation, pretty regularly, and nothing, nothing, has made me happier. Not only do I not…

making a house a home: what I’m adoring, right now.

This weekend a friend told me he loved me. I was quiet as he spoke, stared at him as he told me that he’s privileged to have bared witness to my blooming — my transformation from a young woman who donned multiple masks to someone who knows when to leave a party, knows how to make a house a home. As always, his words…

if this be a home: a home transformation, in progress

Until this year it never dawned on me that I should make my house into a home. I come from a lineage of nomads, and home was simply a place where mail was forwarded. For years I moved from apartment to apartment, had movers on speed dial, and only cared that my books were properly kept and stored. As a child I never lived…

switching it up at the office with a kale salad bar!

Two days ago I felt myself suffering in Chicago O’Hare’s airport. From ongoing storms to flight delays, spending any amount of time in a crowded airport brings on a bout of misery that only the damned could understand. So as I found myself attached to a power cord and plowing through work deliverables, I started chatting with one of my health-conscious colleagues and we…