The One Where I Wrote A Magazine

The One Where I Wrote A Magazine

Well, yes. I am back to blogging, in case last week’s little holiday story didn’t tip you off to the (hopefully?) good news. So, here I am with more news. In the hiatus, I was still writing, and I wanted to share with you what that writing became, which is

The Art of Sticky Shaw

The Art of Sticky Shaw

The first time we texted, Sticky Shaw was driving to Mammoth. The second time, he was there, on the mountain, taking a powder break and ready to talk. I didn’t know his real name (it might be Sticky Shaw after all) or much about him, I just found his work—a Berlin

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

Quiksilver and Roxy Pro France Happening Tomorrow

Quiksilver and Roxy Pro France Happening Tomorrow

If you’ve been following little word studio for a while, you know I’m a newly converted fan of surfing. Back in August, I had the chance to cover the Vans U.S. Open of Surfing, which rolled in and out of Huntington Beach with due excitement, and the entire experience got

Huntington Beach Airshow 2017

Huntington Beach Airshow 2017

Hi everyone. Just checking in during what has turned out to be a very busy weekend. I’m off to cover the Newport Beach Wine & Food Festival soon but I wanted to share some photos from yesterday. I sat at the Newport Beach Dog Beach with Austy and snapped a

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

The Disappearing Act

The Disappearing Act

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after

Whale-Talk

Whale-Talk

By Melissa Kandel Yosemite My name is Yosemite. I’m five feet, six inches tall with a reddish tint to my hair, a long beard that I never comb and green-blue eyes that are noticeably two different sizes. I only shower on Thursdays, smoke at least five cigarettes a day and

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