I’ve been blogging for nearly nine years, but I rarely work with brands. It’s just something I (don’t) do. Simply put, it’s not a main function of the reason I have a blog, so it’s not something I actively cultivate within my little Internet space. That said, I was really…

I haven’t thought about Jones Soda for years. I know it’s still sold in stores, but when I see it on the shelf someplace, I’m always a little surprised because, to me, it will always feel like 2001. Maybe, at the latest, 2004. That was the year that I planned…

“The thing I love about your apartment,” he says, looking at the whole of my studio from a perch in the corner, “is that it’s like you. Every single part of it has its own story.” I laugh at first, the kind of one-note Yeah, OK ha-ha that’s equivalent to…

@roadsidepictures We are standing in our kitchen, making dinner together — tacos, probably, because that’s what we’re always making — and the radio is playing softly in the background. As we set our pan to simmer and we step back to take a break, a new song comes on; it’s…

Those of us with wanderlust worry, more than just sometimes, about the concept of home. What does it mean to be wedded to a place, to be bonded to it and belong to it? Even when you’ve moved 13 times in a decade, you deserve a space to call home…

Something about you seems secretly and unexpectedly soft, even though that’s never a word I would use to describe you, all rough edges and severely combed hair and pointed shoulders. Your words feel sharp even when you don’t mean for them to, like speaking to me is an imposition even…

I’m a city girl through & through, although maybe I shouldn’t call myself a “girl” anymore. After all, I turned 30 over the summer, & society seems to have deemed this the age at which I’m officially an adult. But whatever. …

As you edge closer to 30, emotional meltdowns lose their allure. — When you’re 22, there’s something about emotional meltdowns that feels experiential, inspired, aspirational. You’re wholly bought into the Garden State mentality, cultivating quirkiness and falling for Frou Frou lyrics that assure you that this is OK, that this is just how the whole growing-up thing works. Let go, jump in…

My bad-weather mentality is holding me back — I often think it’s raining when it’s not. I’ll look out a window and my vision will blur just so, just slightly, just enough to fool me into thinking that the sky has opened up when it hasn’t. …