There is a giant iguana before me. She is rufous and scaly, and the more I strike her, the scarier she gets. The iguana is me, my weapon is a foundation brush, and the fear is real. Right now it is ...
After the sparkly dust of Christmas has settled and the seemingly endless cold, grey winter days have set in, I’ve always found solace in the fact that Lunar New Year is just around the corner. The ...
Lipstick smudges are something of a calling card for me—colleagues always know which coffee cup is mine, and my kids often leave the house with fuchsia-stamped cheeks. But I can’t say I’ve ever left a ...