One of my favorite movies of all time is the 1997 Sci-Fi drama “Contact,” starring Jodie Foster (batting my eyelashes in swoon!) and Matthew McConaughey (Okayyyy, equally swoon-worthy!). The film follows a scientist named Dr. Arroway, a supremely pragmatic...

I’ve spent the last few days since Election-geddon in a vodka-induced coma. I know, really productive, Am. Ok, I’m being a little dramatic. I’ve also been hugging people… a lot. And sending sad memes to friends. On election Tuesday I was skipping around my...

When I was just wee tot — always wanted to start a sentence that way — I had several hideouts; spaces and places where no one could find me. Growing up in the lush, dense forests of Western New York provided ample options for magical disappearing acts. I’d...

Call in the mad hatter: Last month under the full moon in Pisces (September 16th) marked my very merry un-birthday, the mid-point of the year on a quest towards my 32nd year. Although I’ve been honored with parties and dinners hosted by loved ones and...

In the heat of the summer of 2005, at the peak of the Jewish settlement withdrawal from Gaza in Israel, I boarded a plane out of Toronto with my mother to Jerusalem. Planes, trains, automobiles. Like any summer, it was sticky and muggy on the East Coast,...

“Damnit!” I yelled, running into my kitchen table bench, clutching keys tightly and spilling coffee down my arm; a quick, hot, muddy Nile river of Ethiopian blend. It was 6:45am this morning and I was running late for my yoga class. Juggling to stay...

There is a confusing corner of Colfax and Sherman in downtown Denver, where a beautiful Catholic cathedral stands tall. Around it, chewing gum stains the slide walk like ink blots on a yellowed 1950’s psyche test. In every direction, neon lights blind and...

A few months ago, I spit in a medical tube and sent it off to 23andMe, a genetic testing company handsomely funded by Silicon Valley heavy-hitters. At $199 a pop, you too can find out more about your genetic ancestry, predisposition to illness due to...

I don’t know much, if anything, about cars… vehicles, hunks of metal transporting me from point A to B. My morning commute doesn’t include stoplights, coffee burning my tongue, or manically checking traffic so I make my morning meeting. My commute for work...

“My name is Sabina, and yours?” I instantly liked her, and not just because I was told I would. She was smartly dressed in island chic, sporting soft wrinkles on her smiling, sun-kissed face. She welcomed all of us with a gentle, articulate German accent,...