We learn about love from the music we hear as a child. Some of it’s our choosing, like my well-loved cassette of Madonna’s Immaculate...

I haven’t been present for any human deaths, but I was for the passing of my sweet cat Oreo. Once I knew it was time, I created for...

This week’s talk at Kadampa Meditation Center was on understanding our mind of love. The monk said the definition of the mind of love is...

I started to plan Paris. The funny thing was, as I reached out to European friends telling them that I was making my dream come true,...

“Where you’re living is where you’ll be buried. And when you’re dreaming, that’s where you’re born.” Last year I joined a women’s writing...

Housesitting is a way to try on a life. A way to see how other people live. A way to ask yourself, “Do I want this? Could I have this?”...

We started with a chance. You were crowded, with a few machines and a lot of gym rats, but full of potential. I wanted a space to try...

This is not a post about swiping left when you learn a guy voted for Trump (obvi). Nor is it about dating across party lines and “working...

One of the reasons I wanted to go to Laos was because I’d learned it is the most heavily bombed country per capita—over 260 million bombs...

The summer my relationship ended, I started biking again. My middle school-era white Trek had a few broken gears and squeaky brakes, but...