Smile! (If You Care)

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

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

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

Harvey Weinstein Isn’t the Only One

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

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