This weekend, I discovered from an influencer’s Instagram page that it was National Ice Cream Day. (Belated Happy National Ice Cream Day, if I forgot to wish you one.) She was showing how to make coconut milk ice cream, which is NOT ice cream and can wait till National Milk-Alternative Frozen Dessert Day, but anyway. […]KEEP READING
How To Get Out Of A Rut: 13 Ways To Stop Feeling Like A Useless Blob And Get Back To Your Creative, Motivated Self (If That Was Ever You)
It comes on suddenly. For months, I’m obnoxiously giddy about my life and what I get to do for a living. I’m on a roll. No, not just on a roll: I’m on fire! #Unstoppable. Until, one day, I wake up feeling…doomed. Life is relentless. I have to do this till I die? I hate […]KEEP READING
The power of saying “whoopsie”.
Steven and I had a recent restaurant experience that really bugged me. Actually, it wasn’t all that recent – it was last spring – but it still bugs me.KEEP READING
What if it’s a “hell, maybe”?
“If it’s not a ‘hell yes’, it’s a ‘hell no!’” If you haven’t heard that expression, then you probably aren’t in contact with any coaches-slash-“lifestyle design” experts, or anyone who’s being coached and parrots everything they hear. And you probably don’t read any of the self-helpy or businessy blogs that I can’t help browsing every […]KEEP READING
A severe case of “don’t wanna do sh*t”
Last week, I treated myself to some heavy-duty, delightfully effective Tylenol Cold and Flu. Man, do I love Western medicine! Praise Duane Reade. Blessed be CVS. My one complaint is the damn packaging that breaks off your fingernails. “Peel from this corner” is the biggest tease of all time. Why don’t they let us go through all […]KEEP READING
If you’re so “in your body,” can you please move your legs and your cucumbers?
“I feel so in my body,” says the dancer in leg warmers. She’s stretching them, and her pointed toes, straight out in front of her — smack in the middle of the narrow hallway outside Studio 2, where I’ve just come out of my House dance class. Sweat from my drenched t-shirt drips on her, which is fair because she […]KEEP READING
Worst writing advice ever. Ever, ever.
I have fake eyelash extensions, I often put off writing, and I used to be in a cult. 3 things I’ve mentioned here before, and today they all tie together. First, about the cult: I’ll give the usual qualifier, which is that it wasn’t a cult-cult, more of a weekly workshop attended by about 70 […]KEEP READING
I am so not spiritual.
I am so not spiritual. Inspirational sayings on a sunset background make me gag just like when I accidentally eat a hair in a salad. I hate yoga. #zzzzzzzzisitoveryet? But maybe I’d do it if there were no chanting and the teacher yelled instead of talking in that breathy voice. And if it were dancing instead […]KEEP READING
Is there hope for an undisciplined person?
You know how some people are just naturally disciplined? Like, finished college papers before anyone else had started, and then went on to vacuum the house and go to the gym, always get to the restaurant 5 minutes early, have nice nails, change every lightbulb right away instead of flicking the wall switch five times a day […]KEEP READING
Don’t be an idiot.
Check out the guy in the picture. He’s an idiot. Not for wearing a silly hat. But for gluing it to his head. With superglue. He had to go to an emergency room (one with pointless dolphins painted on the wall) to have it removed. I’m sure everyone asked the guy, “What were you thinking?” And […]KEEP READING
Three reasons we should all shut up about “passion”.
What’s your passion? Is it a passion for passion? Do you make money from that passion?KEEP READING
How to be success on wheels.
Cutting the MacBook strings
Two months ago, my sister had a baby. But for all the time she spends feeding him, burping him, changing his diaper, putting him down or picking him up, I’m pretty sure I spend more time each day with my laptop. True, it lets me sleep through the night, with only an occasional 3am email […]KEEP READING
How to be one of *those* people
I believe in a success gene. OK, maybe it isn’t truly a gene – you’d have to do one of those nature/nuture tests where you separate identical twins, and see if one of them grows up to be a captain of industry while the other becomes captain of towels at Lucille Roberts. But I do […]KEEP READING