On Gift-Giving, and Being Terrible at It.

Let's be brutally honest with each other: you're either good at giving gifts, or you’re just NOT. It’s kind of like having a nice butt—while there are certainly things that we can do to help ourselves along, at the end of the day we’re all pretty … [Continue reading]

On the Season of Perpetual Hope.

Growing up in Eastern Europe, I spent a lot of time in old, Gothic churches dripping with concrete saints and steeples that spiraled endlessly up towards the sky. I’ve learned to squint and search for the sketches of faded frescoes tucked away behind … [Continue reading]

On Coupons and Capital Murder.

I'll tell you about the first time that it happened. We were newlyweds. Knowing that I loathe trips to the grocery store, Kellan had offered to go with me. Our cart quickly filled, and we made our merry way to the checkout line where we innocently … [Continue reading]

On Beyonce, Recovery Brownies and #WhyITribe

It started the way these things always do: my friends were doing it. Over the two and a half years that I spent in New York, [better known as: the years that shall not be named], several of my North Carolina friends joined a gym calledIron Tribe. … [Continue reading]

On Tamir Rice, and Watching Brothers Die.

I froze in horrified disbelief as you ran towards your brother, and it all came flooding back. The raw, suffocating desperation of watching your little brother die. I know it well--I once watched mine die, too. But this. This was different. You … [Continue reading]

How My Fitbit Ruined My Entire Life. [Tales From My Demon-Bracelet.]

Two weeks ago, Kellan and I were given twin Fitbits. You’ve heard of them, I presume? Gender-confused electronic bracelets designed to track every step you take and every mile you run, all in a valiant effort to coerce America into laying off the … [Continue reading]