“But…What do you want?” Marc from Florida with the big brown eyes asks again, leaning in with practiced authenticity. Three days ago, I wrote a blog post about my bicycle getting stolen. The next day Allison Klein from the Washington Post called and asked if she could publish it. Today, Marc from Florida (who happens …
Month: March 2018
I semi-recently moved to New York City, and am slowing pushing myself into the realm of “networking.” I’ve been working as a freelance producer since I was 24, and I’m currently looking for a more-consistent-less-hustle lifestyle. Which means I need to meet people who have “real jobs” and figure out what they do and how …
My bike was stolen last Saturday night. It was part my fault, part my husband’s fault, and 100% the fault of the person who stole it. Left with a lock, a front wheel, and a heavy heart, I did the only thing I could think of: I decided to leave the thief a little note. …
I turn Donald Trump’s tweets into tiny haikus or free-verse poems. This daily act of Donald détournement helps bring a little humanity to the insanity. Read the most recent ones here or on Twitter.
A real tiny trumpet is a tiny tool and a big idea. It’s inspired by a vision I have of a defiant girl in pigtails standing in the middle of a marching band that has gone batshit crazy, intently playing a miniature trumpet. It’s a comedic vision – the brass section is literally hitting each …