Here are a few untranslatable words that we all know quite well, but do not necessarily have an exact English translation. These beautiful illustrations are by Ella Frances Sanders. See the full entry here…
I adore planners. The hour of a drink with friends, homework assignments, lists, personal goals, love affairs, and reminders are all consolidated in an intimate volume. There is my life, on paper. While the iphone is very convenient for reminders … Continue reading
I privately think we enjoy when women are a little crazy. Any venture that is too sensible, too simple is uninspiring. It is only natural to want to subdue a feat that is unconquerable. We like things to be complicated. … Continue reading
Coquetry. |ˈkōkətrē| noun flirtatious behavior or a flirtatious manner. ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from French coquetterie, from coqueter ‘to flirt,’ from coquet ‘wanton’ (see coquette) .
Ladies, dudes are simple. We stress so much about the most trivial things, but really, the process of ‘hotness’ is so rudimentary and easy to manipulate. If you’re in a situation where you want to feel (and be) hot, here … Continue reading
My books are my companions, namely because the authors are my confidants. After a breakup, an abrupt move from Park Slope to Harlem (can you even imagine?), the loss of an awesome job and a decent reputation, I decided it … Continue reading
Platonic Rendezvous: 5 Ways to go on a Date, without going on a date So, a gentleman asked you out to dinner, but you’re not interested in anything beyond “just friends…” Perhaps he is a colleague from work. Perhaps he’s … Continue reading
The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
We sat in a café off Union Square drinking our tea. “I really think it could mean something,” my lovely friend said, her blue eyes glistened. She’d had a fantastic second date with a dashing new guy. I listened to … Continue reading