Be modern but not too forward. Be feminist but not overtly so. Speak your mind but know when to shut up and defer…
It’s amazing how I can walk by a place every single day but still miss so much. Still not truly perceive what I see.
I walk down 16th Street to the BART station every day for work. I pass this bagel shop called Katz, and every day I look…
“This will do.”
I have a lot of stuff. I’ve also been labeled a “packing mouse” by my mom. She means packrat.
There are purchases made purely out of necessity — the kind of buying that’s like, shit my period is tomorrow and I am all out of…
One night at dinner, my mom asked me to finish my vegetables.
“You don’t know me. You don’t know my path,” I said solemnly.
Her eyes widened.
“What do you mean I don’t know you? I raised you.”
I’m pretty obsessed with newsletters.
Last night I went to Ta-Nehisi’s lecture, in conversation with Alexis C. Madrigal. I’m still processing everything. Still feeling a lot. Thinking…
Shameless autotuning.
If there’s one thing journalism can learn from rap, it’s that everything was better in the ‘90s.