I’ve been traveling quite a bit recently introducing shopfiction to bookstores and one question I got from a reporter the other day was: how do you stay healthy when you’re on the road. At home in Orange County I’m a personal trainer and group fitness instructor and typically teach several classes a day to help support my dream job. Traveling is a big adjustment and I’m certainly as guilty as the next person of succumbing to unhealthy habits when I’m not at home (and let’s be honest, when I am . . .
This summer, according to Instagram, every single twenty-eight-year-old girl got married. Except for me—and a few of my single girlfriends. “I thought I’d be married at twenty-two,” one of my friends lamented to me the other day on the phone. “And have at least three children by twenty-eight.” Yes, I thought. We all did, didn’t we? That was back when we were ten and twenty-two seemed like several lifetimes away (or at least after a shit ton of summer breaks and Christmases). Now, I can’t . . .
I am someone who has always dreamed big. I ask a lot out of life. And yet, when I really look at my life, my favorite moments are the simplest ones: Having an interesting conversation with someone that shifts my perspective a bit. Enjoying a cocktail with friends or family on the back patio. Reading a really good book. This recently landed me in a major conundrum. If my satisfaction is indeed coming from these simple moments, should I keep dreaming big? Or would I actually be happier focusing . . .
Romantic comedies aren’t getting made anymore—at least not often. I don’t know how many times I’ve read this or heard this over the past few years. Nancy Meyers and Reese Witherspoon, two women in Hollywood I idolize, with proven track records of making these films hits, have been saying this for years. And this time last year I went out to lunch with a friend who works in Hollywood and he told me the same thing. “If it’s not a remake of a Disney film, or an action flick with lots of special . . .