May 2013
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HelloGiggles: How To Be Human
When it comes to my exes, there’s just one who remains absent from all forms of social media. As for the others, I’ve seen photos of this one’s trip to India and that one’s charming hilltop wedding. The guy from French class is a PhD candidate in some science of the mind. The college dorm neighbor stands before a Christmas tree flanked not by the two kid sisters I remember, but by two...
April 2013
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HelloGiggles: Pen & Ink
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His penmanship was the yang to my yin: inky, all caps characters poured onto the grainy, college-ruled page with obvious force. Whereas I was inclined to hide behind the controlled, back-slanted neutrality of extra-fine ballpoint black, he was liable to leave his mark in the smudgy, imperfect perfection of aggressively forward-leaning, medium-point rolling ball blue. I carried at...
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January 2013
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December 2012
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Move LifeStyle: Girl Friday
You are a published writer. How do you find time to fit that into your everyday schedule? E.B. White said, “A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.” In creative pursuits, especially the self-generated variety, it’s altogether too easy to tell yourself you’re distracted today, not feeling inspired today, or need to pay the bills and...
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HelloGiggles: Dreaming of a Flight Christmas
Ah, Christmas. Thanks to a misplaced curling iron, abnormally heavy traffic on I-95 and a three-car pile-up on the Van Wyck Expressway, you’re late for your flight. Your heart pounds as your ride careens toward the JFK departures curb, which your feet hit in a Hail Mary sprint to get to the gate on time. You’ve considered buying winter boots but have never been able to justify doing so, because...
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The Conversation: Phoneless Flight
The plane that ferries travelers from the island of Nantucket to Boston, Massachusetts and back carries nine passengers and one pilot. It’s the type of plane that requires you to state your body weight before boarding and hovers at an altitude from which you can see the ground (or, more accurately, the water) the entire way. Just before seven on a sunny July morning, you hand your carry-on to...
November 2012
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October 2012
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The Conversation: Love & Coffee
“Uncompromising purpose and the search for eternal truth have an unquestionable sex appeal for the young and high-minded; but when a person loses the ability to take pleasure in the mundane – in the cigarette on the stoop or the gingersnap in the bath – she has probably put herself in unnecessary danger” (128). -Amor Towles, Rules of Civility
Coffee. Lee always called it a nice cup of coffee....
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Move LifeStyle: Adventures in Fashion
Peplum. Dart. Ruche. Epaulette. Appliqué. To the fashionable among us, these terms are simply part of the vernacular. To me, they sound like Greek. (To be clear, I don’t speak Greek. If you do, congratulations; you’re way ahead of the game.) Peplum is, in fact, a derivative of the Greek term meaning tunic or shawl. The rest are of French origin. Well, except for dart, which to me sounds more...
August 2012
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July 2012
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June 2012
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HelloGiggles: How To Be Bionic
Can you remember what life was like before it happened? Back when you could only guess how it would feel, what it would look like up close and who you would be when it was over?
The time is June 2000. The hot, sticky height of summer in Manhattan. You deposit your bags in an air-conditioned hotel room. Its patterned bedspread and industrial carpet look generic. You think, So this is where I’ll...
May 2012
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April 2012
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February 2012
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January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
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October 2011
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My City, My New York
From “My City, My New York” (Globe Pequot Press, 2011) by Jeryl Brunner
Growing up in Connecticut, I often took the Metro North line into Manhattan. Even now, when that train barrels toward Grand Central, I get goose bumps from the approaching city’s outstretched energy. The feeling of stepping off the train is as intoxicating now as it was years ago: that unmistakable aroma of hot dogs,...
July 2011
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October 2010
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