Smile! (If You Care)

The smile is particular. You know the one I’m talking about. It happens when you take your first sip of coffee in the morning or on a Friday night when you throw your hands into the air in a crowded bar because the song is just that good. In the space of a moment, life doesn’t feel heavy anymore and …

Message for a New Year

What’s a late-December blog post without a few words to take with you into the new year? Nothing, I tell ya! Nothing. So, here are mine:

sagar-rana-193892-unsplash
wines

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 autumn wind, I took off in the direction of a …

On Office Space and Creative Vulnerability

Hello. This weekend I embarked on a small but significant project: I carved out a little corner of my apartment and created an office space all my own. The desk, to be honest, was my first hurdle. It came Friday in an imposing box exactly 400 times the size of my 11-lb. dog, Austin, and once opened, contained about five …

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 …

my-mom
mom-cf1
cf-mom-2
mom-cf-3
liv-bruce-361672

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 phone rang — “book the next flight, come home” — …

Harvey Weinstein Isn’t the Only One

Over the past week, I have been voraciously following the Harvey Weinstein story both as it played out in The New York Times and with more vivid, damnable detail today by Ronan Farrow in The New Yorker. A lot of people are now asking how this went on for so long. Why was Hollywood quiet while a beast among their …