Thursday, February 9, 2017

FIVE


Last summer I flew back to  Utah to visit my family and I was looking though drawers from my childhood bedroom when I found my old, silver, digital camera that Tanner had given me for Christmas the year I turned 16. 
Inside the case there were 2 dusty memory cards. 

The discovery was so unexpected and haunting that I couldn't bring myself to look through the photos. Instead, I packed the memory cards, carried them back to New York and waited until I had an afternoon to myself in my cramped Manhattan apartment and finally popped the cards in the computer. 

And everything was there. All the pictures I thought I'd lost forever with the deactivation of my High School MySpace. Snaps of random memories I had completely left behind. Selfies of two smiling, happy, innocent teenagers before "selfies" were even a thing. 

In a fear that I might somehow lose these physical cards that contained the only flashbacks I have left, I saved the pictures in as many corners of the Internet that I could think of. Dropbox, Drive, iCloud, my Camera Roll. Back-up on back-up. 

But once I the practical preserving was done and all that was left was the reminiscing, I couldn't look anymore. 
So I switched off the computer and haven't clicked back since. 

But now it's February 9th, and the lump in my throat is back, so I'm scanning through the memories again. 5 years have passed and it still feels like it was yesterday that he picked me up for prom. 

I miss you, Tanner. 

Friday, December 16, 2016

The New York Times



When I moved to New York 4.5 years ago I had no idea where my life would take me. I never imagined it would land me in a full-page article in the lead story of The New York Times Real Estate section....

A few months ago I got word that there was a New York Times reporter working on a story about adults in New York City living with "fake" walls. Without thinking twice, I sent her an email with a few sentences about my apartment, my roommates, and our living situation. Days later she hosted a 30-minute phone interview, and a week after that a photographer knocked on my door to shoot the place!

Even then, after the interview process, the follow-up questions, the fact checking, the intro to other editors, the photo shoot, I STILL knew my chances were slim. I'm a publicist after all. Too often have I gotten my hopes up for big coverage for a client only to be let down. I wasn't going to be fooled. I pictured a small story on the digital site, with maybe a quote or two from me, and a slide show with my wall at the end...

So, you can imagine my surprise when I saw the long, detailed, article featuring me last Friday when the .com article was published. Then a second round of shock on Sunday morning when I opened the paper!

Very honored to have been chosen for this story, regardless of the content (and my unique living situation). Thank you so much, Jaclyn Peiser, and the incredible team at The New York Times who made my NYC dreams come true last weekend.

Disclosure: I'm not sure anyone in NY was even able to read the story in print because I bought out all the news stands and bodegas. Oops!

Read the article here: Roommates Divide and Conquer With Temporary Walls

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

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