Something about me loves feeling “capable” — that sure, I can take on that extra project, I can organize that party, I can tack that on to my to-do list. There’s a high from feeling efficient, responsible, for just getting it done. And plus, when you do it yourself, you know it’s done the way you want it.
How full of myself does that sound?! And the reality, honestly, is that the more I take on, the less efficiently or thoroughly I do any of it. It’s a rut I
Lately, it seems like words wash over me more than I absorb them. My mind feels fractured; even when I think I’m fully present, I find that any lull makes me want to reach for my phone, check that notification, or think up how I’ll respond to that email I really need to send, ASAP.
There’s such a push to be everywhere, doing everything, that it can be hard to unplug — and as a result, we’re
It was a simple enough statement — the kind you could easily overlook in a conversation — but it shot right through me, taking me from “how isn’t it?” to “whoa, wait — we need to talk through this” in a matter of seconds. It was a simple one-liner, but one I won’t forget any time soon.
“Forgiveness is not reconciliation.”
The statement didn’t make sense to me first. Wasn’t reconciling your differences a key part of forgiving
Ever since Starbucks debuted the psychadelically colored unicorn Frappuccino last week, people have been shaking their heads. How did this unicorn craze come about? What’s with all of the kiddie colors? Why … just why?!
But this isn’t just the coffee chain’s Q2 sales gimmick: It’s evidence of a larger trend happening worldwide, fueled partially by social media (making everyone a photographer/videographer/artist with a need to create and share content). It’s also
Since Florida’s developed a reputation for being the ‘stranger than fiction’ state (see: the FL man Twitter account for all the evidence you’ll ever need), I cringe when I see a novel that’s set there. Often, they’re written by people who’ve visited the state on a few family vacations, who need a creepy-crazy-yet-still-familiar backdrop for whatever they’re writing, so it becomes an over-the-top
It’s easy to fall into a routine: work, TV, sleep — each step punctuated by meals, with perhaps some exercise (or just mindless scrolling of the interwebs) thrown in for good measure. For the most part, routines can be great — they add order to a chaotic world, some structure and certainty when so many things in life seem out of our control — but when they turn into a rut, you need something to shake things up, stat. That’s where the “Where
Most of the time, when you go out, it’s clustered into one of three scenarios: restaurant, bar, or other. With the ‘other’ being bowling, mini golf, movies, or something along those lines — often too pricey to do on the regular, and featuring pretty sub-par food (if any at all), so you usually fall back on food, booze, or some combination of the two.
Recently, though, there’s been a rise in more mixed-purpose hangouts that blur the lines between eatery and well, thing
As part of my challenge to talk to people from all backgrounds, with all kinds of beliefs, I’ve had a few conversations lately about writing letters to Congress. I’ve seen big, multi-page missives, short and succinct postcards, and everything in between, which got me wondering: What types of letters truly resonate? What gets through to a Senator or Congressman/Congresswoman, who’s dealing with dozens of issues — and thousands of constituents, not to mention lobbyists and
Katy Perry gave me a colossal wake-up call on Saturday. And she did it using a tiny hamster and even tinier food.
On Friday, Perry released her latest lyric video for her new song, “Chained to the Rhythm.” At first, it — and the video itself — are poppy, upbeat and lighthearted. Just like the popular YouTube series, someone’s making miniature burgers, spaghetti and tacos for a hamster in a little playhouse, all set to electro-dance beats, complete with a follow-the-bouncing-hamster-emoji
I can’t be the only one who’s suddenly wanted to make a Diet Coke cake, right? Right?! Well, give me a second to explain myself.
I can’t blame Duff Goldman or Cupcake Wars or even Food Network in general for my unbearable desire to get in way over my head (or go full-on kitsch) when it comes to baking. It’s always been who I am.
As a kid, I’d turn bundts into volcanoes, with rivers of red buttercream “lava” for my brother’s birthday. I’d shape