On Catharsis And Film

//Note: I unearthed this bit of writing from my laptop and believe that I wrote it sometime late last year in the wee hours of the morning. Be warned that there are spoilers for Me, Earl And The Dying Girl (though with a title like that, there can be no twist endings). Also, Happy Lunar…

On Tattoos (Part 2)

Following my post “On Tattoos And Character Over Beauty”, the original intended recipient of my missive kindly asked my permission to pass along my words (omitting my name and contact details) to a few of his friends who would might be interested in my point of view. I happily agreed, and I requested that he…

On Tattoos And Character Over Beauty

This morning I had an interesting (though not uncommon) question posed to me by a friend of my father’s with whom I have had a lively email correspondence. He is an older gentleman in his 60’s or 70’s (his curiosity keeps him youthful) and has lived in Brooklyn all his life. I had so much…

On Love And Self-Worth

“I’m not the kind of girl you bring home to your parents,” I would blurt. No matter whom I was with—the aspiring punk rocker matching me drink for drink at a dive, the privately educated hedge fund trainee at a Michelin star restaurant, or the amiable one-night stand under the comforter of my university-issued twin…

Large Problems For Little Minds

One of the things I love best about children’s books is how they manage to make complex, mature concepts fathomable to young minds. I was raised in part by “The Phantom Tollbooth,” and Milo and Tock were my childhood companions long before Calvin and Hobbs. It has been some time since I last read it, but…

New Leaves In New Journals

Being accountable to oneself is unrelentingly tedious, humorless, and futile. How many hours have I frittered away with thoughts such as: “I know I should do this…” or “I can’t do [x] because I don’t want to be like [y]”? I have policed myself so often on matters of careerism, romance, sobriety, and general good…

Big Fears

My writing hand cramped a minute ago, which brings me to this barren blog once again. My last post is just a blip on the collective radar of the creative writing cabal on the internet – and yes, I am allowed to call it a blip because at least one living creature has borne witness…

Small Fears

I haven’t felt compelled to update my WordPress blog(s) in over two years. There’s been paper journals in that time, half-formed doodles in my sketchbook and unabashedly earnest Facebook posts. I’ve experienced the brain-death of a loved one, a major geographical move, and a good, solid period of time where I finally felt like I…