A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (But really, it was four years ago in an office in Providence), there was a naïve little girl who have no clue what she wanted to do with her life. Actually, at that point, I–SPOILER ALERT: the little girl is...
As much as I love it, New York still admittedly has a way of wearing me down. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s snowing. Still. In April. Or maybe it’s the fact that I don’t eat. Or that I’m poor. Or that there’s no levity to my day. Maybe it’s...
So remember that list of ShouldaWouldaCouldas? (By the way, I totally forgot to add being in the Marines to that list)… On a seemingly unrelated note, both my parents had very interesting, very different childhoods. Without going into too much detail, each had their pros and cons. So it’s interesting...
I’ve been working on tomorrow’s daily obsession, which ought to be a biggie. But as I was browsing the web, I came across this half-sexy-half-sweet little black number from Zara (a recent obsession many thanks to Laura, who is quickly taking over my blogosphere). I’m being kidnapped this weekend. Laura...
Ever since I declared myself a journalism major, I’ve run into the pestering naysayers that genuinely think they are the first people to ever inform me of the fact that the news industry is dying. Thank you, kind sir. But I realize that. The thing that people don’t realize is...
I seldom blog on the weekends, but I just spent my morning watching “Morning Glory” which came yesterday from Netflix and features a super-amazingly-gorgeous Rachel McAdams (I totally have a girl crush). The movie very obviously plays to a specific target audience. But as a rom-com loving, hardworking female journalist,...
I mentioned yesterday how much I loved my cowboy boots. They were on the list of htings I had paid a bit more for, but loved exponentially more because of it. Unfortunately, however, I love my boots so much that I wear them to bits. And introducing them to Boston...
Locked away in a storage facility in Poway, Calif. is one of my most prized possessions: my books. For a personal finance class, I once had to calculate my net worth and the majority of it was on my bookshelves. I estimated that the dozen-or-so full boxes of books that...
It was drizzling today on the way to work in that awkward I’m-not-going-to-really-rain-just-sprinkle-enough-to-soak-your-shoes-and-make-you-cold way. Growing up, I used to love the rain. But that was San Diego, where it rains five days a year. Rain meant that our house wouldn’t spontaneously combust. It was reason to celebrate. That isn’t to...
In the spirit of all things woof-tastic, here’s one of the shirts I designed. Designing was more for fun and I don’t really anticipate buying anything until all our branding is finished and secure (any graphic designers out there?), but I like this baby because it works for the magazine...