{Issue 7} Denial is a Dirty Mistress
{Issue 7} Denial is a Dirty Mistress I bought a “Montessori” infant-walker on Amazon. Painted in primary colors, made of wood instead of plastic, and no obnoxious sounds. This was the walker to buy, I thought, as I cast a disgusted glance at the plastic one I had borrowed from a friend. It had all […]
Current Post
{Issue 7} Denial is a Dirty Mistress I bought a “Montessori” infant-walker on Amazon. Painted in primary colors, made of wood instead of plastic, and no obnoxious sounds. This was the walker to buy, I thought, as I cast a disgusted glance at the plastic one I had borrowed from a friend. It had all the […]
{Issue 5} But I Didn’t Want Two Meatballs
{Issue 5} But I Didn’t Want Two Meatballs If you are over the age of thirty, you may have fond memories of $5 subway footlongs. My order was turkey (add chipotle mayo); over-the-counter meatballs intrigued me, but I never took the leap. 15 years later, I’m 7 months pregnant, and at an architecture event. The […]
(Issue 4) Dentists Need a Meal Train
{Issue 4} Dentists Need a Meal Train My mother is a dentist, my brother is a dentist, my sister-in-law is a dentist, and my aunt is a dentist—you get the drift. Me? I’m the black sheep. I spent my life avoiding dentistry, so you can imagine the irony when my first architecture project as a firm […]
(Issue 3) Broken Elevators
{Issue 3} Broken Elevators I attended architecture school in New York City. One of my construction classes was held in a brand-new building designed by one of New York’s finest architects. This building was a study in thoughtful design—every detail was deliberate. The deep exterior window sills offered seating for the public in Union […]
{Issue 2} What Kind of Mortadella Do You Want?
{Issue 2} What Kind of Mortadella Do You Want? It was finally my turn to order at the counter. I was at Major Market, a spot in Escondido that has really good meats. “What kind of Mortadella do you want?” The lady behind the counter looked at me for an answer. “The best one you […]
{Issue 1} An Unsolved Mystery in Escondido
{Issue 1} An Unsolved Mystery in Escondido Down the hill from where I grew up is an immaculate home. The lawn is pristinely mowed, and birds of paradise are meticulously grouped in a well-planned landscape. It reminds me of something you’d find in Seaside Florida, at the peak of New Urbanism. I loved this home […]