As I looked out from the window of the airplane heading from Narita, Japan to Los Angeles in the December of 2008, a stub of a one-way flight ticket in my hand, I reminisced on how the year started, and wondered where my life was headed.

Choices both big, and not so big (although sometimes seemingly huge) often paralyze us from moving forward or back. Caught dead in our tracks, fearful to step ahead but too frustrated to stay put. This is the way so many of us live our lives.

Lately, I have been consumed with trying to eat better for the sake of my health and also for the environment.

Being single in the city is a job all its own.

Not to look a gift horse in the mouth but it’s disquieting to know that my folks, who used to have it all figured out and at a lion’s pace for that matter, came to the enlightened realization that they never knew what they were talking about. Is it crazy I have a hard time accepting this?

What is the difference between knowing what works for you and knowing what is keeping you, and your tummy, in that rut (or gut)? When is it time to move on? Whatever we choose to do is not mandated by absolute rule. We are accustomed to streamlining our lives, but maybe categorized iPhone contact lists can often cut us off from a comprehensive view, and from a balanced social circle.

I’m in a polygamous relationship.
My boyfriend proudly announced this to me this morning.
I didn’t know what to say.
“With who?”
As my eyes narrowed into tiny slits, I glared angrily at him for any signs of guilt. …

One thing that always made me jealous of Carrie Bradshaw — aside from the oft-maligned improbable shoe collection — was her ability to meet men. I struggle to find a summer fling and Carrie can start a relationship in 24 hours. But recently…I’m starting to meet men. Everywhere.