“Don’t put that on Instagram” she says, as I snap pictures of her digging into the cookie dough we’d just made together. She’s long had final say of what bits and pieces of her life I can share online. “How do you know about Instagram?” I ask, fully aware that she scrolls through my feed liking photos but never having… Read more →
Author: Morgan
Inconceivable.
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 →
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 the Millard Kaufman Residence — a dreamy house built in 1949 and later expanded by Richard 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 →
‘Sup?
My lady’s been getting real good at taking selfies lately. She takes pictures of other things too, but the pictures she takes of herself are my favorite. She turned five last week and she threw all of her toddler caution to the wind, welcoming a big kid confidence that I barely recognize. At one point while we were celebrating her birthday… Read more →
Britney Spears is my spirit animal.
It feels like I haven’t stopped moving since the summer began, and I keep waiting for things to calm down so I can get my shit together but it would appear someone drained the fluid from the brakes of my life because HEY, JANE, GET ME OFFA THIS CRAZY THING. In the past week I’ve been the New York, Disneyland, Palm Springs, and… Read more →
This One Time, Children’s Hospital LA Saved My Life #MiracleMarathon
I was three years old. My recurring ear infections had given way to mastoiditis, and there was a chunk of my head that had to go before the infection could spread to my brain. My Dad worked for himself, so my parents carried private insurance that excluded my ears on account of how expensive they’d become. While footing the bill for the… Read more →
This is a damn bra state of emergency.
For five years, seven months, one week and two days I worked from home. And you know what happened during that time? I completely effing forgot how bras work. Let’s start at the beginning: Bras suck. They’re awful. They’re legit the worst part of leaving the house (although their removal is in the running for the best part of returning home) and ever… Read more →