My New Roommate

Growing up an only child has its perks. Namely, you don’t have to share. I’m not talking about sharing toys or snacks with other kids on playdates or at Gymboree. If the parents of an only child want to raise a tolerable individual, they’ll raise a kid who knows the importance of sharing. Only children, … More My New Roommate

The Fig Tree

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked…I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which … More The Fig Tree

Amsterdam is Calling

  Amsterdam is often called “The Venice of the North,” but I found the epithet completely misleading. Venice’s canals are the bustling thoroughfares; Amsterdam boasts wide paved streets criss-crossing the watery depths below. Where Venice feels small and inclusive, Amsterdam’s neighborhoods ramble for miles. In Venice, a traveler is more likely to get lost in … More Amsterdam is Calling

Captain Wayne

People tend to wax poetic about the relationship between fathers and daughters and I think a lot of it is way off base, borderline creepy (looking at you, TLC), and does a disservice to women with Not Great Fathers. You don’t have to have Atticus Finch for a father to become an intelligent, stable, loving, independent woman. Period. … More Captain Wayne

The First Adventure

Spring never fails to swing the whole world into a clichéd dictionary of adjectives: rejuvenation, rebirth, recycle, re-do-your-blog. As a nearly thrice degreed academic, you might think all the optimism and cyclical cheer of Spring would have been pulled out of me. I assure you, it’s not. I’m not above the intoxicating scent warm air and damp clouds … More The First Adventure