Columns
| Hemlines
In a World of Impermanence, I’ll Always Have Paris
I have never felt further from a former version of myself as I do now, here, today.
Columns
| Hemlines
Becoming an “It Girl” in the Las Vegas Body-con Dress
The back was nothing but a web of elastic straps, and the front wasn’t low-cut as much as it was nonexistent.
Don’t Write Alone
| Writing Life
The Impossible Ideals of the “Writer’s Life”
This was the pact I made with my now and future self: to become the most successful writer that it was possible to be.
People
| Fans
Strange Grief: On The Leftovers and Departure
“The undefined, complicated, unresolved trauma makes us messy—how do we tell our story without an ending?”