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Emily Dickinson has lost her most beloved friend. Penned in alternating lengths, angles, and fervor, the em-dash was once a cure-all for the emphatic writer. It offered a moment of respite, prompting reflection on the text. Or — it represented ...

Prompt and Circumstance

Emily Dickinson has lost her most beloved friend. Penned in alternating lengths, angles, and fervor, the em-dash was once a cure-all for the emphatic writer. It offered a moment of respite, prompting reflection on the text. Or — it represented ...

Sunlight pours through sliding glass doors, pooling across the leaves of a fiddle-leaf fig and the gentle curves of a midcentury modern chair. On days like these, the doors are left open so that the sprawl of RealReal-scouring students, artists, and ...

A Café of One’s Own

Sunlight pours through sliding glass doors, pooling across the leaves of a fiddle-leaf fig and the gentle curves of a midcentury modern chair. On days like these, the doors are left open so that the sprawl of RealReal-scouring students, artists, and ...

Slack pings and jargon like ‘scaling up’ and ‘A/B testing’ hummed through my childhood. Growing up, I would head to my dad’s office in downtown Palo Alto, where product managers became my babysitters and software engineers cooed over how mu...

The Devil Wears Patagonia

Slack pings and jargon like ‘scaling up’ and ‘A/B testing’ hummed through my childhood. Growing up, I would head to my dad’s office in downtown Palo Alto, where product managers became my babysitters and software engineers cooed over how mu...