Stop looking at my soul. It feels weird.

Today I had a somewhat life-altering phone call to make. I knew whatever this person on the other end of the line said would be filled with either opportunity or disappointment. I decided to go sit down in the perfect place on Venice beach in order to brace myself. I bought a lemonade. Lemonade always […]

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It was me. Sorry.

We are a society of blame. It always feels better when we know who did something. If a kid comes home with gum in her hair, we gotta find out who put it there. If we get anonymous flowers in the mail, we cannot rest until we figure out who sent them (And when we […]

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Eyeballs matter

Sometimes I wonder if I am an adult. When I’m arguing with the insurance lady about coverage, I feel like one. And when I’m reading in bed at the ripe time of 10pm after clipping my toenails and playing Scrabble, I know I’m an adult. But, when I fall off my bike because I’m texting […]

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Hair today. Gone tomorrow.

I wouldn’t say my mom is a hoarder. She’s more of a connoisseur of collecting. She’s organized about it. And there aren’t boxes obstructing the walkways in our house. But if I tell her that I really wish I could find the pink spandex outfit I wore in the fourth grade talent show or if […]

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People who live in glass houses should not have pencil mustaches

In Catholicism, the choosing of a baby’s godparents is a big deal. In case the child is ever orphaned, those godparents take over. They must be carefully inspected because their lifestyles have to match that of the parents. They should be close friends or relatives who can be trusted with the emergency upbringing of a […]

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