Author: Morgan



Trying to have a baby is an emotion coaster. I never realized how lucky I was with Delilah — one cycle, one test, one healthy baby. Fertility at 27 and fertility at 34 are entirely different animals. I’ve peed on 40 ovulation sticks and at least 12 pregnancy tests in the last four months alone. At this point if I’m… Read more →

Never Gonna Say Goodbye

A year and a half ago I went to work at BuzzFeed, and I kind of just left the lights on and the door unlocked on this blog, but still it was pretty obvious no one was home. It’s not that I didn’t want to have a plan for The818, it’s just that I didn’t have a plan for anything… Read more →

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Self Esteem, You Elusive Bitch.

Where do you get your self esteem from? Someone asked me that question recently and i couldn’t answer it. I had nothing. It’s no secret that my brain doesn’t play very nice. My ability to enjoy life has ebbed and flowed over the past few years, and today, right now, lately, it’s been in an ebb. So in an effort… Read more →


It is a fucking bummer that I’m not a millionaire.

Riiiiiight where The 818 and Hollywood converge, sits┬áthe Millard Kaufman Residence — a dreamy house built in 1949 and later expanded by┬áRichard Neutra. It’s listed at 2.5 million dollars, which I don’t have, but if I did, you could bet your ass I would be moving in like, this weekend. Which like, fuck you forever LA real estate market, because… Read more →


Best Friends Forever

Sophie McHounderson died Sunday after a long battle with doorbells and vacuum cleaners. (Her body was also riddled with cancer, but that didnt get her down much.) She spent her final days eating McDonalds cheeseburgers, singing harmonies with fire engines, and burying stuff in the yard. She wants her brother Otis to know that if he digs that shit up… Read more →