A conversation from a womb-like hotel room in Berlin If I had to describe my friend Elizabeth in one word, I could never do it. If I had to describe her style in one word, it might be “iconic.” I met Liz when we both moved into a one-bathroom bungalow in Dublin, with our 80-year-old landlady as our third housemate. During that year, Liz thrifted the most incredible pair of men’s, ochre yellow, corduroy pants and wore them with button up shirts and a swipe of red lipstick. Sh

In the summer of 2023, Cillian and I returned to Anchorage after a couple months driving around Canada and the western U.S. We drove through nine states, four Canadian provinces, five national parks and innumerable coffee shop takeaway windows. Preparing for this kind of trip is as fun as the trip itself, at least for obsessive list makers like us, and in advance of the trip Cillian spent weeks mapping a route, calculating mileage, identifying fuel stops for the Alcan roadtri

A day in the life in Anchorage, Alaska | February 2025 10 a.m. I sign off of my morning Zoom call and my work friend texts to say that she loves my new septum piercing. My mood skyrockets. This is my first work week after getting the piercing and so far responses have varied –“I’m always so curious why people get nose piercings,” “I never let my daughters get nose piercings,” and “Are you trying to make it clear you didn’t vote for Trump?” Lol. Yeah, probably! Truthfully, I r

Love is making Alison Roman’s Salted Chocolate pudding because it’s your husband’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. Love is hand mixing the pudding for a total of 19 minutes even though your arm is in a sling. Love is your adventurous friend inviting you to go ice skating on a lake the day before Valentine’s Day. Love is your friend telling you that you looked really graceful when you fell (you did not). Love is pushing yourself to try new hobbies like ice skating at age 31. Lov