I’m Ariella, and for a long time, I have been undercover as a regular suburban mom, trying to guard the secret that I am bursting with ideas and observations about the world. Recently, a good friend pointed out that I haven’t been very successful at holding it all in, which is admittedly true. So rather than continuing to have things leak out in inconvenient places, I decided to park them all here. 

Some of the things I like to write about are religion, parenting, marriage, and all forms of human connection. I’m especially interested in big collective stories that shape how we see the world, particularly because sometimes, it’s strangely easy to ignore them.

I really Wish that Blogging Were Still "A Thing"

Do you suppose that it’ll ever make a comeback the way that 70’s bellbottoms did? Maybe I’m ahead of the curve. Or maybe behind. Or maybe I just think it’s just fun to romp around the world on intellectual adventures. Join me?

Is the Story Really Dead?

Is there really a viable alternative to stories? Perhaps it’s really true that humans are innately primed to be persuaded, consoled, and inspired by a beginning, middle, and end.

Going Wild for Cheryl Strayed

If she thought she was teaching me about altitude and streams and trail markers, she was instead teaching me about the benefit of time and insight, as well as the gift you offer the world when you use words and sentences and grammar and craft to explain it all to the world. 

Race Matters on a Sad Day

It’s a weird, narrow way of talking about college admissions that we somehow think that we have identified a metric of success that is independent of a person’s racial identity.

The Piranhas are Eating the Rich

In the end, of course, it didn’t matter at all. Pulverized in a fraction of a second. Our human empathy imagining them imagining their deaths a waste of time and attention. We collectively worried for them for hundreds of years more than they worried for themselves.

Coloring the Wizard of Oz, Updating Art

Heraclitus once said, “You can’t step in the same river twice.” So maybe you can’t rewatch the same movie, and no amount of updating colors or drum beats will overcome the distance modernity has traveled.