For the hyper-introspective.
or, The Bends. Three years of social anxiety at Harvard, six years of self-knowledge
For not having a smartphone, they called me Amish, they called me a grandma. But guess what? I liked my dumbphone.
Physically together, but mentally elsewhere
Simple steps to lead a simple and content life.
How to survive their happiest day in one piece
A few years ago, I got into an argument with my now mother-in-law over my supposedly “backwards” ways.
I wouldn’t call it a health kick, because I ate three and a half slices of pizza last Tuesday night.
Perfecting My Mona Lisa Duckface
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