There’s just one bit of American-ness that I can’t seem to shake: being a workaholic. Despite living in a country with a 35-hour work week and a minimum of one month of vacation a year, I can’t bring myself to say no to additional work (and money in...
Even since I was a little girl with my nose stuck in a book, I've wanted to be a writer. And I keep saying that I "want" to be a writer, even though I write every day. I write blog posts, tweets, letters. I write about the things that inspire me,...
A year ago today, I became an official college graduate. I drank a Bloody Mary at 6 a.m., walked across the stage in a gold glittery cap and accepted a piece of paper that pushed me into the next socioeconomic class. If you had asked me then where I...