Are You An Alcoholic?
My twentysomething social life was one long drink special. Margaritas with a crust of salt on the rim, a frosty pint spilling foam, and the
My twentysomething social life was one long drink special. Margaritas with a crust of salt on the rim, a frosty pint spilling foam, and the
“Men can reform. Society welcomes them back to the path of virtue; a vail is cast over their conduct, and their vows of amendments are
The Tibetan handmade gifts store is right around the corner from my old apartment in NYC. I went inside on my last visit, because my
In my senior year of college, I took a playwriting class. We were given slips of paper with dramatic scenarios and told to write a
After my story about dating sober ran in Elle Magazine, I heard from other women also learning to navigate the Tinder era without a glass of wine
People often ask me if I’m excited about my book coming out. I am, though “excited” isn’t the right word. What’s the word for excitement that
I spent yesterday going through a giant stack of unanswered story submissions stretching back to a date I will not make public. Sometimes my job feels
I am standing at the desk of an immigration officer at London’s Heathrow airport. The man flips through my passport. “And what is your business
When I was 10 and 11, my next-door-neighbor and I used to talk on the phone at night. She and I were 50 yards away from one
1. Tuscan Red The first thing I can tell you about the PR people for the “Fifty Shades of Grey” movie is that they are very,
In October, I loaded up my red Honda and drove out west for two months. A tent, a Coleman stove, a guitar, and zip-up high-heel
For many years, I was a person who was going to write a book. Friends introduced me this way: She’s going to write a book