Does Your Inside Match Your Outside?
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Does Your Inside Match Your Outside?

For years I lived chasing the adrenaline rush of travel and work deadlines and other people’s curated lists of what not to miss this weekend. I liked that it went fast. I wore the cloak of “I’m so busy” to broadcast my worth and nearly burned out. This outfit no longer serves me. Read more.

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Fading
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Fading

Finding words to make sense of this existence

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You Can Go Home Again
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You Can Go Home Again

I visited my mother this weekend and did something I do regularly when returning to the city: I drove out of my way to sit outside my childhood home, the one my mother sold more than 20 years ago.

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The Longest Journeys are the Ones We Go On Alone
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The Longest Journeys are the Ones We Go On Alone

Someone tweeted this photo of me speaking to a group of media executives in Madrid yesterday. No filter applied. No posing of my face to show the angle you might find most flattering. Ever since seeing it, I can’t stop thinking about how unphotogenic I look. How old. How big. How ugly. I felt myself growing embarrassed as more people liked and shared the tweet.

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Who is a Jersey Girl?
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Who is a Jersey Girl?

My review of Not For Nothing: Glimpses Into a Jersey Girlhood by Kathy Curto, in The Common literary magazine at Amherst.

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Is It June Yet?</a>
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Is It June Yet?

Practicing one day at a time when the future seems so damn close.

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We Plan, God Laughs
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We Plan, God Laughs

Each and every one of us has experienced profound loss this year. And as we consciously find our way through this collective grieving we are effectively choosing life.

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Art Heals, Again
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Art Heals, Again

News of Milton Glaser’s death yesterday was a much needed reminder of resilience and rebirth. Glazer was a 90-year-old graphic designer, artist and most famously, the creator of the iconic I ❤️ New York logo. The design was mimicked and ripped off for years and grew nearly invisible due to its glaring ubiquitousness on everything from plastic bodega bags to that tourism campaign jingle that I now can’t get out of my head. That logo carries much more weight than its four characters.

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Let There be Peace on Earth
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Let There be Peace on Earth

I wrote a completely different newsletter for all of you, but changed course in light of where we find ourselves today. The suffering and rage expressed about the state of racism and police brutality is crippling. Rather than add another voice to this chorus, I thought I would share a few items that have helped in the past few days. Read More >

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Did you hear the one about the rat?
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Did you hear the one about the rat?

No, I don’t miss the rats, nor do I miss the drudgery of my commute, but I do miss the people watching, the weird things I saw each and every day, and the routine quiet (and sometimes not so quiet) time I got to spend with myself and my thoughts nearly every day. I began missing it exactly one month into working from home. Read More >

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They sailed away for a year and a day…
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They sailed away for a year and a day…

I started reading and writing poetry when I was a kid. My mother used to read me “The Owl and the Pussycat,” a sweet nonsense fantasy where animals go off on adventures and fall in love. I think this may have ignited my lust for travel. Read More >

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You Will Need This Someday
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You Will Need This Someday

It’s been two months since my life changed forever. My brother Oscar was killed when he was hit by a tractor trailer while riding his bike on January 3, 2020. Some of you will know this already, but others won’t. I’m learning the algorithm gods make it difficult to spread important information. Misinformation, well we know that’s rewarded. Read More >

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