Self

On Saturday morning I flew out to LA for a business slash vacation trip. (I’m still here now…and the myths-busting continues). As I rolled my super chic Diane von Furstenberg duffcase (see it’s like a suitcase but also like a duffle) up to the self check-in counter I felt that twinge I sometimes feel when performing an act my 12-year-old self thought was sooo adult. …

Here’s the first in a series of upcoming articles I’m writing for AOL – the tale of my 5-month shopping cleanse. Preview: My name is Jessie, and it has been 87 days since I last shopped. No clothes, shoes or accessories, no $5 pashminas or $3 sunglasses off the street. Nothing. Since December 25 I have been on a self-induced five-month cold-turkey shopping cleanse intended …

The other day I glanced down at the blog post tracker inside my post settings section and went, “Four hundred posts!? What the hell have I written four hundred posts about??!!” Soooo I decided the only option was to go through them all and figured it out. Here, after two hours and more than a few whatwasIthinking moments (Again, John Legend, really sorry about that…) …

Dear – Shani was it? – I’d like to say that you’ll probably remember me, but I have a feeling it’s more of a definite… You will be very happy to know that my blackberry has suffered absolutely zero issues since we, sorry, you found it…so there’s a positive. I just wanted to reach out to offer my sincere apologies, again, for the way I …

Bear with me through this one. I’m about to go a tad Mom slash aunt/professor/mentor figure. In general I try to keep the blog void of preachy, kumbaya sap, but I have the distinct feeling I’ve learned an important lesson, so I’m very teaching-moment today. I’ll try to keep it as void of guidance counselor cliches as possible. As over-advertised, The Hook-up Conversations – my …