My relationship with my hair is more than follicle deep, mainly because I suffer from tonsurephobia—fear of having my hair cut
It's time to let go of girlish ways and live for less vanity and more comfort
All of the things that used to define me as alternative have become mainstream, so who am I now?
I've always suspected that once I knew how to cook a fabulous meal, people would expect me to, and that just wasn't how I wanted to spend my time
My large handbag has always been a symbol of who and where I was in my life—until my back gave out
The holiday pasta course (yes, many Italian-Americans have pasta before the turkey) was not only sad but completely confounding to me