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
Like Los Angeles and cocktails on a Sunday, I have a definitive love/hate relationship with New Year’s resolutions. Go to the gym, eat healthier, drink more water, be kinder to your friends and family … it’s always a somewhat banal collection of convictions, which if adhered to with any kind
Somewhere in the untamed French countryside near Versailles, on the border of all that was good and evil, once sat a small patch of wild lavender, and just beyond, a smaller spring. An accidental journey brought Astrid to this spring, its water tumbling like wet poetry across flowering earth.
Rat-a-tat-tat went longish nails on old wood. She sat at the time-abandoned Rathskeller Pub, waiting. Three tall jack-and-cokes into her Sunday afternoon, the strange man finally arrived, a wiry figure dappled in late-day shadows. The man looked almost wizardly with a long, white beard and smooth, white hair woven into
For the entire month of December, I’ve decided to challenge myself to post one story a day. Of course that challenge—#lwsblogchallenge as we’ll call it henceforth and forevermore—starts right now on Dec. 1 and of course today on Dec. 1, I find myself on my couch, 11-pound dog sitting atpop my
Here’s the truth: I’ve never considered myself a Writer. I’m a writer, sure, but a Writer? No. Because Writers are serious folks who wear berets (I’d image) and sit in corners of coffee shops or dimly lit bars, laptops aglow, notebooks ajar, scribbled papers askew, jotting down the brilliant thoughts that tumble
I couldn’t move. Stuffed hundreds deep into a tacky, plush-red nightclub in midtown Manhattan that smelled of fresh sweat and cheap vodka, I was stuck in place, a proverbial halter-topped sardine of the night, waiting for Steve Aoki’s set to start while wearing a surprising amount of bracelets and glitter,
My heart is officially broken, split in two between a pair of identical twins named Daniel and Jeremy Lehrer. Sigh. The boys, a duo better known as @lehrerboys on Instagram and Facebook, crank out cartoons that are so clever, you’ll instantaneously fall in love with their creations then wonder what life