I so often write If Emily Posted discussing the ways that we, as bloggers, need to give online writing the same attention to detail as print publications if we want to be respected. That we might even have to try harder because we have to gain that respect in a …
(Codes for the comment badges are available at the end of the post - take your Technicolor pick!) This week, I guest posted at MomComm, a wonderful resource to help bloggers build stronger sites. Thanks to Melissa for allowing me to share Everything You Wanted to Know about Blog Images …
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren’t on our lists, people we’ve never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe. - Jonathan Safran Foer, …
Remember that nursery rhyme about sticks and stones? Lies. All of it. Words are powerful. Superhero powerful, and it’s up to you to decide if you use them for good or evil. Let’s talk about the comment box. The dreaded comment box. The beloved comment box. Take your pick. Everyone …
Fashion and music are the same, because music express its period too. - Karl Lagerfeld I’m a child of the eighties. The eighties in Los Angeles. A Valley Girl through and through. So it makes perfect sense to me why women, myself included, are stacking bracelets and watches the way …
Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. - Mary Ellen Chase Once upon a time, I expected I’d only be back here in Los Angeles on annual visits to family and friends. I thought when I went off to college in New York, I’d stay …
I was seventeen, a high school senior, when I received my first real paycheck. Minimum wage at GapKids was less than I made babysitting those wearing BabyGap onesies, but babysitting paid cash and a paycheck was official. Plus it gave me a 50% discount at all Gap stores. Retail work …
But don’t think you were born too late. Everyone has that illusion… The only problem is if you think too late. – Diana Vreeland I’m at a party. A costume party with a 1921 theme, and I meet this guy. Oh, how I’d love that to be the story …