Art Is

Defining Art has baffled philosophers, scholars, artists, politicians, and the public since the first red-ocher bead. An idea, a tangible object, a feeling: Art is as complex and mysterious as Love. Art has imbued me with critical skills, empathy, and passion. Art is part of my identity. … More Art Is

My Life as a Thinkpiece

Baby Boomers, Gen-X, Millennials – we’ve all felt the sting of being lumped into an increasingly bleak portrait of our generation, without consent. Guided by hubris, we’ll click on a link with our respective label to see what we can learn about ourselves. We know these labels are oversimplified generalizations, but that doesn’t stop us from drawing … More My Life as a Thinkpiece

You Do You

My favorite pose in yoga is shavasana, also called, “corpse pose.” At the end of a yoga practice, you lay on your back, legs apart, arms wide, palms skyward and breathe with a normal rhythm. It’s a nap. Shavasana is my favorite pose because I’m really good at it but also because it is the best reward after … More You Do You

Cold Hearted Bitch

I had never considered dumping a full $6 steamy cappuccino on a total stranger before, but when the young couple in the window leaned in for another kiss, I deeply considered it. On the day I’m supposed to dump Abe the vulgarity of their affection is an affront. Bouncing my leg, I glance at my watch again … More Cold Hearted Bitch

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