“Well, if it isn’t my prodigal daughter!” This is how my dad has answered the phone for years when I call. I never once questioned the fact that I didn’t know the definition of “prodigal.” With his sweet, chipper tone, I figured it must mean something like “lovely” or “genius” or “great calves.”
The Prodigal Daughter
Saint ...
On two different occasions I have driven over cement parking bumpers, scraping the undercarriage of my car, while obliviously attempting to pull through the empty parking spot in front of me. Needless to say, while most people excitedly step on the gas when spotting such an opportune pull-through, having the foresight to avoid any potential dividers, I have ...
We should have requested the Uber earlier.
There is a certain window of time when the line at The Bungalow isn’t 100 people deep. But we had clearly missed it while drinking white wine through straws in my apartment down the street. Deadlines often cease to exist when girlfriends catch up on the latest sunless tanning solutions found on Amazon and ...
Does he have his window rolled down because of me?
"My roommate used a bleach pen on my shirt, and I think it was old because now I smell like vomit. And I have a date!" I blurted to the Uber driver seated to my left, hoping that he would quickly squash the insecurity.
"Oh really?" he casually asked back while whipping a U-turn on Santa Monica ...
“I used to talk crap on fashion bloggers.”
Regret immediately set in as one of my favorite fashion bloggers stared back at me on the iPhone screen. It was like calling up Bruno Mars and admitting you always thought “Uptown Funk” kind of sucked.
I quickly attempted to explain the blasphemous confession but struggled to find the right ...
A lot of what motivates me is that I feel really fortunate to have been born in America and to have this huge, big family who loves me to death no matter what and that if I can do the smallest little thing to pay back my country and that my family sleeps well every night and has nothing to be scared of... If I can just play a small role in that, I want to ...
“The key?” Christina said, holding a comb in the air. A group of Arizona State sorority sisters huddled around our pretty blonde Social Chair while preparing for a party. I anxiously anticipated Christina’s next words as if they were the formula to a 1.5” thigh gap.
“The lift.” With wide eyes we watched as she aptly teased our friend’s ...
“I always imagined that you would paint it pink with zebra stripes for some reason,” Jessie said over the phone as she prepared to go to our 10 year high school reunion. Though I was camped out at a coffee shop across the country, the conversation took me back to those high school hallways where two friends dreamt of their future a decade ago. Someday, ...
“Well, if it isn’t my prodigal daughter!” This is how my dad has answered the phone for years when I call. I never once questioned the fact that I didn’t know the definition of “prodigal.” With his sweet, chipper tone, I figured it must mean something like “lovely” or “genius” or “great calves.”
The Prodigal Daughter
Saint ...
On two different occasions I have driven over cement parking bumpers, scraping the undercarriage of my car, while obliviously attempting to pull through the empty parking spot in front of me. Needless to say, while most people excitedly step on the gas when spotting such an opportune pull-through, having the foresight to avoid any potential dividers, I have ...
“How are you doing though, Annie? What are you working on?”
Five solid months of living in Santa Monica may have robbed me of disposal income but has provided the simple luxury of a daily routine that includes encounters with familiar faces.
Thursday morning started with Married Mark from standup class who paused from scribbling in his leather ...
I'm the type of person who doesn't fully move into a new home until it's time to move out. That also makes me the type of traveler who doesn't unpack from a trip until it's time to pack for the next one.
With each adventure I tell myself that things will be different this time around. But it never works out that way. Realistically, it probably won't ...
WE HAVE A MICROWAVE!
After 10 months of being too stubborn to purchase one for our Los Angeles apartment ("We really shouldn't be using a microwave anyway...") my roommate's coworker gifted us her daughter's from college.
If I stop to think about this too long I'm freaked out about the direction my life is going. Even in college I had a brand new ...
I don't think I'm getting enough protein.
This is not scientifically proven and could very much be in my head. However, when my gym shorts aren't as filled out in the back as I would like them to be and my thighs feel like they're jiggling (yes) for the first time in... ever, I'm going to blame it on protein powder instead of turning 29.
Plus, with ...
“He probably couldn’t afford to take me out another night,” I concluded.
For a split second this revelation eased the anxiety that had mounted in the early morning hours as I stared up at the ceiling of the Soho Airbnb on my last trip to New York two years ago. Grabbing my phone off the ...
The bright lights keep me from finding faces in the audience, but I can see his beneath a baseball cap as he leans against the far wall of the theatre. The nerves that accompanied me in the cab are now cornered and have no choice but to recite the only open mic set I have prepared.
“Somewhere at the bottom of a prayer basket in Illinois is a handwrit...
When you’re a single girl living in Los Angeles, the movie billboards are exciting at first. On nearly every street corner, bus stop and apartment building you spot larger-than-life scenes of your favorite actors announcing the next movie that you must see. Nothing quite beats staring at a 12-foot poster of Ryan Gosling posing for “The Nice Guys” ...