How a shattered heart could lead to a debilitating aftermath by Kristine Keller These days, when a flame sputters and fades out, we’ve got an armful of friends ready to peel us off the floor with the margarita blender, limes and coconuts. You’ll do the proverbial dance around the blender while Jose Cuervo wafts through 
How believing that time and age are invisible enhances life satisfaction I know life has its challenges. There’s malaria and questionable funds in the Cayman Islands—and I care about those things. I wouldn’t watch Kimmel’s opening monologues if I didn’t. But sometimes, anxiety levels skyrocket when thinking about the equipment needed for navigating the winding 
A little superstition could lead to a productive New Year I am rational. I am a woman of reason. I operate in life under a series of principles ardently rooted in reality. When a rainbow’s colors paint the sky, there’s no luck or gold for me, only tiny water droplets in the air reflecting light 
By Kristine Keller How Seasonal Affective Disorder could put a damper on the holiday spirit Like the planets orbit the sun, our lives spin around the seasons. These subdivisions of the year do more than signal us when it’s time to whip out our Mackage coats and begin fireside chats with friends over which artist 
How Sandy still affects our psyches. By Kristine Keller It started out like any other weekend. The downtown streets were chockablock with hipsters sporting ironic T-shirts and enduring long waits for a dinner table at Rubirosa. The pulse of downtown throbbed so loudly I could hear it from my fifth-floor walk-up. And then, a flat 
By Kristine Keller Last week I headed to Dean & Deluca, making my daily jaunt for java, until I sensed something wasn’t quite right. I quickly realized my dress was inside-out, revealing every seam and stitch. I call these days a wash. The days you catch every red light and your brain feels like viscous
She found me in a muddled mess on my floor, panic rolling over me like a suitcase with a broken wheel on cobblestone. Pretty soon I was gasping for breath like someone who’s just climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, unprepared for the rarefied air and devoid of an oxygen mask. “What is it, what’s happened?” my roommate
Unflagging energy and unwavering vigor are part of New York City’s DNA. On the weekends, I expect Broadway’s pulsing veins to be filled with bobbling tourists and jostling locals lighting the sidewalks on fire, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. But, there are times when I crave space to allow my zipping neurons 
It’s not uncommon for strangers to incite impetuous conversations at any given moment. After all, there are many inscrutable bullet points that warrant discussion from someone who may know more and the desire for conversation becomes ever the most apparent when you begin to unfurl your Sunday newspaper. Like, does anyone have the crossword puzzle 
