Category: LIFE & STUFF
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A Mid(moirish)-Year Update
Hello, Memoirish readers—all two of you. Ya like that title btw? I’m very proud of it. Anyway, moving on. So, remember when I was like, I’m going to update a short something every week! And a long something every few months! And it’s all going to happen exactly as I predicted while still doing all…
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The Work-Work Balance
Every writer’s dream (and yes, I’m talking absolutes here because this is the one absolute that’s universally true, and anyone who disagrees is a fucking liar) is to write whatever they want, when they want, wherever they want.
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TTH Vol. 3: Letting It Go & Other Obvious Thoughts
Before we get to our third (!) consecutive (!!) weekly recap, I just wanted to take this moment to celebrate the fact that I finally got around to cleaning the apartment this weekend. Like, vacuumed and Swiffed and Windexed and everything. You can’t see me but I’m bowing.
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Blemished
Note from 2022 Karen: This post was written 10 years ago and languished in my drafts. Until now. Because I’d scheduled it to post 10 years into the future as I was workshopping it, then forgot about it entirely and posted a different one. I’m leaving it up here anyway because fuck, it already went…
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Let’s Take A Walk: SoHo
One of the best things you can do when you feel like you’re in a rut is to take a walk.
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Home Is The Place I Live
Anywhere else, putting frames on the wall is ordinary. In New York, it’s a statement.
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Micro-no-wayyy
I, Writer Of No Import With Things To Say, think it’s high time I share my benchmarks for success.
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The Conversations I Never Have
‘Twas the season indeed. There was tinsel. Presents. The ability to listen to *NSYNC’s Christmas album—arguably their best and most amazing work, ever (I mean, who could forget JC’s “O Holy Night”? Lance’s super deep and perfect “YOU” when he sang “The only gift I wanted was you”? And the sexual undertones and overtones of…
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A Day of Me
You know how some people love celebrating their birthdays by doing all the things they like planned by, well, themselves? What a horrible concept.
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Everything Is Terrible
Journalism, of course, has been getting a lot of crap from His Royal Cheeto (also known as: The Dictatingest Orangey Dictator, He Who Can’t Read Or Speak Good, and Damn He Racist). But to be honest, journalists didn’t really help themselves leading up to what is now what I call the Everything Is Terrible era.