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 with a stranger who comments in cruel form on a …

His Muse

There’s a road in Costa Rica that is watched by snakes and stones. The stones don’t make the best sentinels (stony-faced as they may be), mostly because they have no eyes and can only roll loosely in one direction or the next to warn of trouble ahead. The snakes, by comparison, fare a little better. Though their legless-ness proves a real …

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Letters of Inspiration: III

Aug 28 – Email from Yvonne de Jonge Life itself is mostly a question of perception, isn’t it? You can a) focus on things that went wrong and be in a terrible mood, or b) remember those things that went well and made you smile. Enter Happiness Journals, The Happiness Project. Same day, different mood. I used to be a …

Letters of Inspiration: II

August 15, 2017 Hi Melissa, See, now that’s inspiring. Instead of ‘just’ an interview, letting people in on (excerpts of) our personal emails. Brilliant. I actually think back-and-forth emailing is the best thing about working with other creatives and it’s a shame it never sees the light of day (i.e. gets shared on blog or social media). People are increasingly …

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California Wild Fires: How You Can Help

As you read these words, Northern California is suffering from one of the worst wild fires in the state’s history. So what can you do–yes you in the townhouse in Manhattan, the mountain lodge in Breckenridge, the flat in London–to help? And will it really make a difference? Related: I’m a firm believer that a small contribution is far better …

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Unexpected (and Totally Doable) Adventures for Labor Day Weekend

If you don’t have some blowout trip planned, three-day weekends can often feel like one of those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books. Turn to page six to go to the gym! Turn to page eighteen to get all your laundry done! Turn to page forty seven for a bottomless mimosa brunch with your booziest buddies!  (Editor’s Note: Page forty seven does not …

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The Village Voice is Officially Out of Print

It’s surprising but not jarring The Village Voice is ending its six-decade print run. After all, paper publications are the checkered taxi cabs of New York City, subsumed into extinction by the steady tick of technology. Journalism is dead, remember? Or at the very least, journalism as it once stood has been reincarnated into a new, digital animal with four legs made …

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Brunch Boys’ Founder Jeremy Jacobowitz Heats Up the Foodie World

When you get right down to it, there are really only two kinds of people in this world: those who brunch and those who do not. I don’t mean to generalize here but generally, Non-Brunchers are pretty easy to spot in a crowd. They’re the ones who take 17 different spin classes before noon on a Saturday, wear ripped, graphic tees …

Moonlight Serenade

By Melissa Kandel There was no way around it: Luna had lost the moon. The revelation was quick but biting and it happened last night around dusk. She had been sitting with her cat, Marama, on the hill overlooking a town fading to pale, evening blue and there assumed her usual moon-watching position: Luna tucked her legs behind her, adjusted …

An Interview Near Signal Street

By Melissa Kandel The subway car came to an abrupt halt. “Signal Street!” With a polite nod to the plumpish redhead whose morose stares he had endured for the larger part of his 57-minute trip from Eagleshead to Signal Street—“So sorry miss, didn’t mean to bump you there,”—Daniel Plinkers departed the car, feeling confident and possibly sick. He had always …