High Heels & Heavy Suitcases - The Balancing Act of Life

I love being white.
I love it simply because my life is easier, and to use a currently popular word, privileged.
I do not live in fear of police officers. When I see lights behind me, I am stressed out because I don’t want to pay a ticket- not because I might be ____ . (Enter your own word for the various fates possible here). I can't stop reading the story of...

This story has been sitting inside of me for almost a year now, it is time to tell it.
Last summer I was living in the Upper West Side, which is arguably the best place to live in all 5 boroughs. I was keeping my car in the city for a few weeks and thus began to ever present struggle of finding street parking every other day. I so far...

January has a history of ranging from just unfriendly to incredibly cruel in its treatments towards me.
I spent some time researching in my brain every January I can recall and these are the results:
2003 (13) A very odd, dream-like memory of standing on the snow (when the snow has hardened and if you step really softly you sort of glide on top of it), and I was listening to this song on my walkman and experiencing listlessness. As more well read...

Last year, almost an exact year ago I wrote about a sad love story between a friend and I. I consider it a love story because I really loved her, she was a soul person to me, and so when we went our separate ways it was just as heartbreaking as if it...