“Our lives are at once ordinary and mythical. We live and die, age beautifully or full of wrinkles. We wake in the morning, buy yellow cheese, and hope we have enough money to pay for it. At the same instant we have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrow and all winters we are alive on the earth. We are important and our lives are important, magnificent really, and their details are worthy to be recorded. This is how writers must think, this is how we must sit down with pen in hand. We were here; we are human beings; this is how we lived. Let it be known, the earth passed before us. Our details are important. Otherwise, if they are not, we can drop a bomb and it doesn’t matter.”

– Natalie Goldberg, “The Power of Detail,” Writing Down the Bones

Coming August 2015: thursty magazine


So, I suppose it was inevitable: I’m starting a magazine.

Over the past ten years, I’ve been fortunate to be on the receiving end of so much support not only as a writer, but as a backer of publications that have since shuttered, or simply disappeared.

Despite layoffs, paychecks that never came, and a whole lot of disappointment in the publishing-realm, this encouragement has motivated me to bypass my Plan B (find a rich producer husband in Beverly Hills), and to take matters into my own hands…

Enter: thursty magazine

thursty is an online magazine about love, sex, friends, and work. Being thursty means hustling hard to get what you want while staying authentic. thursty delivers straight-up advice, cutting-edge essays, and a place for its passionate readers to connect. It’s a destination for the curious who are figuring out their shit. That’s where we come in. After all, everybody’s thursty for something.

This ground-floor project has been in the works since the spring: That means no crowdfunding, no preparing pitches for investors, and a whole lots of passion, hard work, and dedication from every single person who’s been involved.

And also, a wee bit of begging my loved ones for grocery money. (So maybe we kind of have investors…)

I’m so excited for you to see the site, read some amazing stories, and ogle over the gorgeous artwork. It may have started off as my baby, but this publication has been formed by a group of insanely talented, hilarious, interesting, true-blue writers and artists that has given me the pleasure of remembering why I chose to do what I do.

thursty will launch August 2015. To be one of the first to know when that happens,  follow thursty on Facebook, Twitter, & Instagram.

There’s No Winter in L.A.


“Los Angeles weather is the weather of catastrophe, of apocalypse, and, just as the reliably long and bitter winters of New England determine the way life is lived there, so the violence and the unpredictability of the Santa Ana affect the entire quality of life in Los Angeles, accentuate its impermanence, its unreliability. The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.”

– Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Valentine’s Day Booty: Customized TGT Wallets

laser-engraved-tgt-wallersSure, my relationship with this minimalist, slim wallet started when I did a favor for a friend. But I’ve fallen madly in love with my TGT Wallet since I started using it after I got my wallet jacked at the Echo.

Now, I’d recommend this pared-down cash-and-card holder to anyone.

TGT Wallets slip easily into the pocket of your jeans, leather coat, or even the side-zipper of your unnecessarily massive purse.

I can no longer fathom fumbling around for my fat-ass wallet deep inside the black hole of my bag.

The limited-edition, laser-engraved wallets that TGT’s offering exclusively for Valentine’s Day are equally as sleek—and also heart-wrenchingly adorable.

The lovey-dovey engravings remind me of all the dudes I dated who were too big of pussies to carve our initials into a tree like REAL MEN, Huckleberry Finn-style.

But you can also get your own initials engraved into your bad-ass wallet—’cause FUCK LOVE! AND TO HELL WITH VALENTINE’S DAY!

[Everyone breathe.]

So that’s my plan—along with pre-ordering tickets to Fifty Shades of Grey, as I no longer have any fucks to spare at the moment.

HOWEVER: If you have a honey, order a Limited-Edition TGT Wallet ASAP ($49, I’m sure your sexy-hot partner will dig it.

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5 Reasons Why I (And Maybe You) Need a Hemingwrite

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Truth: In the past few years, I purchased a typewriter—in lieu of my laptop—to write.

As pretentious as it seems, I thought the 8-pound contraption I found at a yard sale, replete with a carrying case and extra ribbons, would help with the writing block I was going through.

(I also listen to Beethoven and Mozart when I write. So in regards to pretentiousness: WHATEVER, MAN.)

My relationship with that typewriter came to a halt when I realized manually deleting, editing, and then ultimately transferring my pieces onto my laptop was a total pain in the ass.

Every writer wants to take our time with our ‘process.’ But when you get paid to publish stuff on the Internet, quickness is key. I abandoned the typewriter after two weeks.

Sure, I’ve found some tools that’ve helped me focus and write on my Macbook. I still get frustrated with staring at a fucking screen all day, though, which led me to stumbling upon—and then falling in love—with Hemingwrite.

Here are the reasons why I’m convinced I (and maybe you, too) need one:

1) OK, so the thing has a screen. But it’s not like your average computer screen.

The Hemingway has an E-ink display, kind of like a Kindle. So it’s easier on your eyes, and a nice break from gawking at your bright computer for six hours a day—typical when I’m in a digital consulting gig.

2) Other than the real, outside world, Hemingwrite doesn’t come equipped with any means for distraction.

You can’t check your email, or Facebook, or xoJane, or Twitter, or whatever other site you’re prone to head to when you ‘need a break.’ With Hemingwrite, it’s just you and your writing.

3) I type fast while in my flow.

Even though I can pound out, on average, 75-80 words per minute (WPM) (the typist in the general population hits about 40 WPM), I go between line-editing every sentence and stream-of-consciousness.

That means: So very many typos to fix. A whole bunch of omitting and moving around sentences. And an ultimate dependency on my ‘Delete’ button. Using a typewriter or a pen-and-paper is too time consuming.

4) Speaking of: I hold my pen like a freak.

Now, I write with a notebook when I feel like my eyeballs are going to fall out. Despite the re-training my kindergarten teacher tried with having me hold a pencil the ‘normal’ way (I re-formed every grip, pssh), I still hold my pens with my pinky on the point of the pen, and the rest of the hand cupped around it.

I scoffed at my teacher’s insistence that I needed to change my physical writing style—my penmanship has always been neat. I get it now, though: The pressure on my fingers hurts after like, two minutes of writing.

Curse 5-year-old me.

5) Aside from that quirk: Hemingway has Wifi, and syncs with cloud.

So you don’t have to take time transferring your words to the CMS or Word doc you need to send to your editor.

It’s also 4 lbs, and super portable (but so is my laptop and pen-and-paper), has 6+ weeks of projected battery life (perfect for my monthly writing trips to Big Sur—although I’m always able to find an outlet) and has a 1 million+ page memory (even though I like to keep my documents pared down and organized).

BUT WHAT A TEASE! Hemingwrite isn’t available to buy yet.

So get to it, Hemingwrite creators Adam and Patrick! I need this device in my life. And I’m sure many other people do, too.

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I’m Back on xoJane


After a 7-month hiatus that consisted of me writing a bunch of depressing fiction, moving into a house with four other women in Hollywood (aka the #rejectsorority), and consulting with yet another company going through a website redesign, I’m contributing again to xoJane.

Read my most recent piece about the tiniest of bags and follow me on Twitter to keep up on my posts, as I will most definitely be self-promoting everything I publish on there.