Car rides are like creepy milestones that occupy way too much of my memory bank. First dates, first fights, first kisses, first breakups, first breakthroughs. I think we take for granted that as we get older, it becomes much less likely that we'll spend time riding in a car with someone we don't ... View Post
One of my dearest pals had a birthday recently and assembled a group of us in our nation's capital for a few of her favorite things. I packed the pins and patches I got her from Adorn the Hunter, loaded up on neutral separates, drove up with a little Oddisee radio and a Bud Light Straberry-a-Rita I ... View Post
When I lived in Chicago from 24-25, I had a few friends straight outta swanksville. One guy friend, Peter, a 24-year-old hedge fund guy who I met by the pool on the roof of my high rise, picked up the tab for lunch once because he had just gotten a cool $60,000 year-end bonus. This information was ... View Post
Sometimes, things kick the bucket. We lose jobs. Friends. Lovers. Arguments. Our figures. The ability to turn heads on the street any longer. Confidence. Money. Plants. While there may not be much choice in this matter, I have landed on one. Because as I was taking inventory of all my loss ... View Post
Pretty amazing I was able to trot by Rag & Bone multiple times while up in the city last week, while refraining from making any purchases. How, you ask? Because THIS: Shopbop sale, yo! Code GOBIG15, which is great because it reminds me of my fat boyfriend with the mantra "Go big or go ... View Post