We followed the GPS’ purple arrows into Culver City, our modern, corrupted version of Yellow Brick not even Gregory Maguire could dream up.

Teddy pointed out the window at the formidable white building, fortified behind a tall, black fence. It’d only be less inviting if the wrought-iron was composed of ivory tusks, pillaged from a majestic, prehistoric creature, and curved outwards.

He didn’t bring it up. Not until one month before I said I was leaving. “So what’s your plan for this going out to…

Okay Dee, thoughts: how is this year thus far comparing to last? In the background, the din of Social Time peters in and out.…

Cobie, in his old-soul, understated-fashion, raised his hand. “I’d like to say something,” he announced. He had thick curly hair and the gaze of…

trip

Planning your move to Los Angeles can feel overwhelming. Below, I’ve tried to break down the process into digestible chunks. Take on one piece…