Destined for Greatness — Caneléfornia
If you are really paying attention you can detect the pathos inherent in any canelés making endeavor – for example, the rum for this recipe is only a few scant tablespoons, […]
Category Archives: Essays
sometimes I write about stuff
How Much Is Too Much?
Imagine for a minute coming out to your car in the morning. You have your coffee, your briefcase, you’re checking your messages, neck bent toward your smart phone, your eight […]
The View From My Run: Election Edition
I brought my phone on my daily run so that I could start tracking my progress with the Strava app and also because I live in a beautiful place and […]
The Decade of Women
If current trends continue, a baby girl born today will only see the gender gap in health, education, economic opportunity and politics completely close around the world if she lives […]
When Your Husband Sits Next To A Goddess & Other Rainy Day Baker Thoughts
Originally posted on Caneléfornia:
It’s a rainy day and so I tried to cut the morning walk short but Jake wasn’t having any of it. Come on, I say…
Gutting the Gut Decision
A short time ago, A VC named John Greathouse published an op ed piece in the WSJ — in the Leadership section, no less — urging women to get noticed by VCs with the […]
Just Another Message to the Muse
I don’t know whether to think of passion as a fruit or a feeling but I do know what it is to ski three thousand vertical feet thinking of you […]
The Fragility of the Now
I like words. When I hear them fit unexpectedly easily together into phrases with an almost audible click, I write them down. It’s a longtime habit that decorates the notebooks, old […]
For the Love of Money, I’m Sorry Sam Polk!
For the Love of Money just arrived at my door, thanks to a chain of people that stretches from the UPS delivery man, to the Amazon warehouses, the Simon & […]
A Knife at the Side of the Bed
I sleep with a knife by my bed. It’s a Kershaw, matte silver in color, and folds compactly in on itself. Pleasingly weighty, it fits elegantly in the hand. It is […]
