For reasons more likely due to the amount of weed I smoked in high school than anything ominous, (really though, Mom — it wasn’t that bad), I remember very little from my childhood. Only snippets. I’m honestly relieved. Read the rest of this gem…
This weekend I’m starting a class about food writing and photography.
That is to say, I’m taking a class that’s going to show me the proper way to pull my iPhone out at a restaurant and snap a photo of my plate. Because apparently there’s a right way to do that, and the way I’ve been doing it since they stuck cameras inside phones is obviously completely wrong. Read the rest of this gem…
Be in the moment. Be in the moment. Beinthemoment.
A single droplet of sweat carved a lazy trail from the top of my shoulder to the crook of my elbow, meandering across spring freckles and around fine hairs until it dropped unexpectedly, as though it felt close enough to the ground to just let go, and landed with a splat onto my purple yoga mat. Read the rest of this gem…
The city appeared newer than I’d expected.
Sodden and gray in its refusal to quit winter, I thought most of Boston’s buildings might be brick and colonial — not sleek and concrete. But modern monstrosities dwarf the stunted historicals as towering testaments to the industrial age. And somehow, interestingly, it works. Read the rest of this gem…
Yesterday I was mad. I didn’t take the time to work out, I was disappointed with how I handled something for my job, and Justin left me way too many dishes for me to clean after dinner. I deserved to do nothing further that night. Read the rest of this gem…
Dear Domestiphobia Readers,
I am going to write a novel.
There.
It’s out there. No backsies. Read the rest of this gem…
“You have to build a brand!” they keep telling me.
“Blogging isn’t about what you do — it’s about the personality you convey.”
“You’re not selling your stories. You’re selling YOU.”
When I started Domestiphobia nearly 5 years ago, I didn’t realize I was entering a life of prostitution. Read the rest of this gem…
If you’ve been around here for any significant length of time, you’re probably well aware that multitasking isn’t exactly a strength of mine. It’s certainly not a skill I’d highlight on my resume, and the truth is that you’d be hard pressed to convince me that it’s something that even should be highlighted on a resume. Read the rest of this gem…
“I wouldn’t say it’s the ‘winter of my life,'” he said with a smile. Read the rest of this gem…
Okay, we’ve all been there —
Say you’re planning a nice shindig. Or a little get together with a few friends. Read the rest of this gem…