We’ve reached the breaking point. For a while, Sam and I prioritized pretty much everything else above art. We just didn’t have enough functionality in our home yet to warrant spending any kind of money on art. Plus, we’re both picky, and we weren’t willing to buy the super-bargain art we would have had to settle …

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There was a moment, a while ago, when several things conflated into an impossibly good idea. I was saying something to Sam about how he could never understand what I was talking about (who knows exactly what it was that we were talking about) because he was an east coaster and I’m a west coaster (never …

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I’ve been thinking a lot about materialism. Specifically, is it possible to write about material items on a weekly basis – coveting them, making them, upgrading them for purely asthetic purposes – without becoming, in the end, simply about things? Sometimes I feel shallow for caring about what our couch legs look like. Shouldn’t having …

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When my sisters and I were little, we lived in a neighborhood made of cul-de-sacs, making it the perfect place for gaggles of children to roam around, always within sight of someone’s house, even if it wasn’t their own. We were given few rules: we had to stick together, and when the street lights came …

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