As I walked up Swanston Street the other day, I passed a Starbucks. Groups of Asian tourists and Australian teenagers clutched their icy coffee drinks in the trademark white and green takeaway cup on the sunny terrace, and I tried to remember the...
Wandering in Melbourne may be one of my favorite activities. The city's neatly ordered grid system makes it nearly impossible to get lost (and fondly reminds me of the A to Z by 1 to 16 grid of my hometown of Sacramento). However, the street art of...
Over the past year or so, I've fallen in love with street art. Unlike the white-washed, pristine feel of Nice, the twisting alleyways of Marseille, Lyon and Paris were covered with neon tags, stenciled social commentary and gorgeous murals. I...
For my college graduation, my uncle gave me a book of daily inspirational quotes. As I settled into the post-grad life of my dreams--job at a top PR firm, serious boyfriend, great network of friends, studio apartment all to myself--I read one chapter...
Ever since I was a little girl, I've loved the library. The quiet organization mingles with a sense of possibility: everything has its place, but you never know what might be waiting for you. I'm still secretly thrilled every time I check a book out...