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Until recently, I haven't written; on here, in my journal, or at all. No scribbles anywhere – which, for a girl who has so much to say and lets her thoughts run wild, is pretty unheard of. I guess it’s a mix of  things – a little bit of life that’s slapped me around;

it isn’t love, but pain, that makes you brave.

Some changes I just wasn’t expecting, the moment, before my 28th birthday, when I realized that everything has unraveled. Wildly. And perfectly.

But with the silence and some darkness, too,

I’ve still been really cracking life open.  A flower can’t help but bloom, 

And between it all, there is always something left to love. 

After all this bitterness,

delicious as caramel. It’s like

seeing the sun again after years of only pouring rain on my soul.

Photos by Phil
(insert images fr Instagram)

The Record

Kisses, too, tasted of iron
the year we lived in twilights. They tilted warily
like bags of groceries I'd carry up the stairs
to find you in boxers, the smell of coffee mixed with vinegar
from the bowl of pickle juice you soaked your fingers in
trying to hurry the callouses. We trafficked in the grief
of incompatible day and night, we stretched the hours
as best we could, but mostly we practiced 
a kind of starving, excruciating to recall
how hard we tried. I'd unpack the groceries
and tell you about the day, and after dinner
you'd pick out a tune on the guitar
(it was the year you apprenticed to the blues).
Before each nights shift, in uniform and socks,
you'd climb into bed and hold me until I fell asleep.
Then you would slip quietly out.
And when I dreamed, I glimpsed the gods in you,
I dreamt you were Hephaestus with the iron forge,
the sweat covering you when you jogged home
was holy, it was the sweat of the whole city,
even the roses, even the bus exhaust.
The mind circles back like a record spinning,
a little molten, a little wobbly, a record
shiny as your black hair, a record player
crackling and stuttering over a scratch, an urge
to ask forgiveness even though it's dark now
and you've already forgiven me.

The Record by Jennifer Grotz

Photos by Landon McGregor on a Saturday Afternoon. Wearing Huxe Necklace / Topshop T-Shirt and Jeans / Superga Sneakers


Most of the time, I run towards the sun, chasing adventure, catching light like a firefly. Eyes open. Heart open, too.

I crave change, I want more, wake up to wonder what I can really do to stretch each day, and make even the smallest, nearly unnoticeable moments count.  To remember that life is short but it is wide and this too shall pass. A Ya-Ya cardinal rule I try earnestly not to forget. A lot like, my return to love and the knowing that

if light is something you seek, light is exactly what you'll find.

And, as promised, when you do finally get a hold of it; when the sunlight follows you around, and you're living your life like it's golden;

taking my freedom,
pulling it off the shelf,
putting it on my chain,
wear it around my neck.

Damn, will it just feel really good. So good, that you won't want to let it go. Just like his hands, early in the morning before the world tells you both who you're meant to be. The old family photograph you salvaged from your grandmothers basement or a good book with an inscription that reminds you of your first, then last love. Maybe you catch the sun in one hand and have a glass of wine and some spare time, in the other.

Either way, just remember,

the sky is always blue, and it ain't a ceiling, at all. So, do your best to stay ready and always keep some Marc Jacobs shades in your back pocket, because there's so much sun to look forward to.

Photos by Apneet Kaur Wearing Marc Jacobs Sunglasses

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“This is a cardinal Ya-Ya rule: you must meet each person's eyes while clinking glasses in a toast. Otherwise, the ritual has no meaning, it's just pure show. And that is something the Ya-Yas are not.” 

Wearing Lord and Taylor Ruffle Top / Band of Gypsies Dress / Sam Edelman Sandals / Superga Sneakers / Boohoo Swimsuit / Krewe du Optic Sunglasses Shot by Lauren Gould 

Our Neighborhood feat. American Eagle

Life, a lot like brunch, is so much better with friends. Recently, Lauren, Cheralee and I, along with Scott Brasher, took American Eagle for a stroll around our beloved Brooklyn; the places where we can hideaway to chit-chat about nothing or everything - life, love, work all gone rogue - you'd better believe that a place to spill all the secrets is only a speed dial away. How many times can you honestly say, you've SOS'd a friend and they've known exactly where to meet you. To share a (bottle of) wine, eat an entire pizza, and remind you how fierce a (girl)friend and woman, you really, really are. Be sure to share your #AEOStyle with us.
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