Category: Essays
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State of the Heart
My mom’s family always called me a city girl. Louisville, despite what many of my East Coast counterparts may think, is a city: the largest metropolis in the Commonwealth. As Louisville’s cool factor rises, there’s a tendency among its residents to separate the city from the state, to say “Oh, we’re not like the rest…
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Another Hundred People
“Another hundred people just got off of the train…” The thing about New York is that there are always people. Everywhere you turn, people. People on the street, people at the grocery, people all up in your business on public transit. Sure, the “city that never sleeps” may sound exhilarating, but for an introvert like…
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Oh Tannenbaum
Decorating my family’s Christmas tree is hands down my favorite holiday tradition. When I was in high school, we would all make the trek on some blustery Saturday in mid-December to a local high school, where men in a field sold big fat conifers. After the traditional twenty minutes of arguing over one person’s pick…
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A Very Merry Holiday Marathon
December is a big month in my house. For starters, my mom is Jewish and my dad is Christian, so we get the double whammy of both Chanukah and Christmas. But the fun doesn’t stop there. My sister’s birthday is on the 13th, mine is on the 27th, and then it all wraps up with…
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This is It! The Year That Christmukkah Sweeps the Nation.
Two facts before we start: 1. I love Christmas. Unabashedly. 2. I’m Jewish. So how does a little Jewish girl fall in love with a holiday that she isn’t actually supposed to celebrate? Zelda and I both have a somewhat unique point of view on the winter holidays, having been raised (mostly) Jewish, in the…
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Friendsgiving
Thanksgiving is almost here, which marks the official start of the holiday season. ‘Tis a time of trees and lights, of cookies and latkes, of mulled cider and Santa Claus and 24-7 carols reminding us that this is the most wonderful time of the year. Now I’m a pretty festive person, prone to wearing Santa…
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The Cab, The Cockroach, and The Crying Girl
According to Ted Mosby and Co, there are three things that make a person a true New Yorker. One: Steal a cab from someone who needs it more than you. Two: Cry on the subway and not give a damn what anyone thinks. Three: Kill a cockroach with your bare hands. Two weeks ago, after…
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The 10 Minute Rule
Last weekend, my roommate and I went to a Halloween party. (Before you ask, no unfortunately neither one of us went as an awesome Southerner. She was a hastily thrown together but no less charming Rosie the Riveter, and I, in what I thought to be a stunningly punny moment of inspiration, was a dust…
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Playing Dress Up
I don’t understand where my clothes came from. Somehow, in the past six years, I have amassed enough of a wardrobe to need to prune it drastically at least once a year. This plethora of clothes was not always the norm for me: For most of my life, I did not have an adult wardrobe,…
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Hey, New York, Quit Harshin’ My Vibe
I went to Providence a couple weeks ago. I spent four very happy college years there and still have a lively cohort of friends who have stayed on for one reason or another, so with my first weekend day off in many moons I decided to pop up for a visit. October in Providence is…
Zelda & Scout 