Sometimes I send emails that are just big recommendation dumps of books, movies, tv shows, or podcasts that I think other people might like. You can find all of those here.
Since I live in the Hudson Valley, I'm within 3 hours of many literary landmarks. The ones I care about most are in Massachusetts:
* Edith Wharton's house (The Mount)
* Emily Dickinson's house
* All the houses in Concord (mostly Louisa May Alcott's Orchard
I'm going to cool it on the weather talk lest I resurface memories of forced politesse in the office kitchen with that weirdo who loves posting unhinged "insights" on LinkedIn and, inexplicably, has power over your career advancement. You don't want to jeopardize your
Tragically, I think hot weather is here to stay. I'm writing this on Thursday morning when it's already 75 degrees at 8 am. For the rest of the spring/summer, you'll find me inside an air-conditioned room, eating SnackWell's and smoking a
This has been the rainiest, coldest May in recent memory, and I fucking LOVE it. I don't want it to get hot; the sunshine is not my friend. I want a spring/summer that feels like autumn. Not one of those autumns where it's regularly 80
I got home from Brimfield last Friday and slept for twelve hours. Nothing makes me feel my age quite like trudging around muddy fields all day in the blazing sun. I don't understand how, in my twenties, I did shit like this every weekend on three hours of
By the time you're reading this, I'll be on my way back from Brimfield (an outdoor antique flea market) hopefully with a car full of lamps and plant stands. Someone on Instagram called it "Coachella for people over 29 who live in NYC and own
The rain has been merciless this week, forcing me to take long, wet walks around the neighborhood followed by nightly baths. I love this time of year when everything is newly green and it feels like something good might possibly happen. My allergies are so bad that every waking moment
Do long newsletters feel like homework? Samantha Irby has me worried, so I'm going to try throwing a few short ones into the mix. I can't waste prime "taking my cat outside on a leash" weather with too much yapping, so onto the recommendations!
Another bullshit week in suck city. But you know what... the sun is shining, it's warm enough to sit outside with "Notes to John," and the universe has blessed us with a new Palladino show. There are still bright spots even when it's awful.
Approximately 10,000 horrible things happened this week, so I asked some friends to send me pictures of their pets as a palate cleanser:
Leia uses buttons to communicate and once kicked guests out of her house by repeatedly pressing the "all done" button until they vamoosed. Mouse
"Sending emails two Fridays in a row? Is she on a new brain drug?" No, I'm simply using my leisure time wisely to avoid crushing ennui and spiritual vacancy. Whether or not it's working is up for debate, but it's been fun
Picture it: you're at my house for Friday night dinner. I've guzzled 1 dirty martini and now we're sitting down to glazed woodcock with a side of truffled goose head. Because I'm just as smart and worldly as the Kennedys, I'
