The Incredible Lightness of Cleaning

The Incredible Lightness of Cleaning

I recently attempted to #KonMari my house to make it a more inviting, simple, joyful place. In reality, I have no actual idea how the method goes (full confession) but instead, just asked myself with every item: “Does it spark joy?”

Grape Expectations (Or When Doing Good Goes Bad)

Grape Expectations (Or When Doing Good Goes Bad)

I’m on a mission. Navigating the waters of my existence like a swashbuckling sailor, I’ve let feelings guide me instead of following some reliable, boring North Star. And what I’ve discovered along this mission is that it feels good to make someone else happy. So, with my boat lilting against the early

They Call Me a Narcissist

They Call Me a Narcissist

I almost didn’t write this post. I almost didn’t hit the “publish” button and almost let these words disappear into lost-prose obscurity. Then I thought, “no.” I told myself to do it. Others out there might be having these same doubts, my inner monologue said. Others may too be dealing

In Which I Interview Myself

In Which I Interview Myself

Hello. My apologies for the hiatus, I haven’t forgotten about you, life has been busy and honestly, little word studio has always been this place of uber-creativity for me and I haven’t felt all that inspired to write something worthy of this blog. The plan for little word studio in

To Understand My Mom

To Understand My Mom

That morning I ordered waffles, which I almost never do. Funny I can recall the waffles with such clarity (syrup-soaked, dense) and next the walk home along a Chicago street bordered by pudgy brownstones. It was a sunlit April day, the bitterness of Midwest winter finally releasing its grasp. My

I’m Back

I’m Back

Hello, friends. I apologize for the hiatus. Sometimes you have to step back to move forward. You listen to your breathing like the yogi you sometimes pretend to be, take walks on the beach in the light of a waning sun. You read good books, you read bad books, you

Pelican Hill on a Summer Sunday

Pelican Hill on a Summer Sunday

Ten minutes deep into a Phantom of the Opera-inspired uphill climb on the elliptical, my phone rings. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have answered but the gym was empty and something about seeing the incoming call flash across my screen just as “Angel of Music” was reaching its soaring crescendo gave

Summer Is Here and So Is My Note on Love

Summer Is Here and So Is My Note on Love

Irrelevance—like its more evil and twisted stepsister, irreverence—is a term not often price-tagged to the present of love. But as summer approaches and we flirt with finding our own summertime flings, the word is about to stick like a wet bathing suit to that very topic, more specifically to the

Good Vibes Monday: Because Positivity Rules

Good Vibes Monday: Because Positivity Rules

Each weekday morning I follow pretty much the same routine: Wake up around 6:30, make coffee, add goat’s milk (don’t ask), eat breakfast, put on pants and walk my little dog, Austin, along the shoreline of a mostly empty Newport Beach. I live about three houses from the sand, on

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