Or, How to Clean Up Your Life Every since I was a little girl, I have been a hoarder of memories. I've always treated my life like a really good meal that you want to savor. Saving the best part for last and being upset when it's all gone. Actually, always isn't a fair word. It's beautiful, but it's never true. Last Friday, I had the honor of giving a talk at Sarah Lawrence. We sat in the Graduate building as I read them a letter a boy wrote to me at seventeen that I read whe

hello hello I'm reading my Bible and packing up my apartment for a big move. To where? That's not a secret I'll never tell :o I own one pair of jeans Leaving this space has me reminiscing on what it was like to move in. In my early 20s I made up for what I lacked in experience with audacity. The bed frame for example, was put together by a very kind Italian man as our first and last date. The mount that held the TV to the wall was a gift from an Australian man who I kept runn

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Hello! Today I'm joined by Jannah and Isabella of Art Dating Club. They are fabulous new friends of mine from London, where we hosted our own joint event together. They're two bright, kind, talented young women who joined me to discuss to dating scene, their experience starting and growing a rotating event, and their own creative work and how they find time for it. Follow Jannah here Follow Isabella here Follow Art Dating Club here

Couch and footstool with bone carvings and glass inlays Roman, 1st–2nd century CE, the met site I was beginning to grasp a sense of community around the two-month mark of living in my new space. Something about the freezing over of November, caught in a dyad with a sun that sets before supper, gave way to a communal longing for human interaction. I found my community in the form of my local coffee shop, as many in the city do. My desire for connection turns me into a caffeine

the sacred heart represents Jesus Christs' divine love for humanity Today, after going to the cobbler, I stopped in to see my New York grandpa. We always talk about the weather, food, and our love lives. He knew that my most recent relationship wouldn't work out and we meditated on how "people aren't the same anymore, men don't come up to women and say 'hello, I think you're beautiful, i'd like to take you on a date' and women get scared when they do" and when you talk to som

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