Hi.

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?

Madonna Celebrations Tour in SF: this is a bust

Maybe I’m just too grumpy; maybe I’m too old. I was tired, I don’t want to be up at midnight and waving my arms. Or maybe if the crowd had grown frenzied I would have too. But I don’t think so. I think you can only feel it if the performer really brings herself.

The Atlantic takes on Tech Titans?

The leaders of these companies don’t need to be despots (or demons) in order for us all to summon our collective will to make healthier, happier, and more secure online spaces.

Telling Forbidden Stories: The Life of Arno Mayer

I’m going to offer this as a bit of a conviction: Complexity is not to be feared. Nor analysis, context, reconsideration, any of it. We don’t lose the ability to morally condemn just because we have come to a more nuanced explanation.

Author portrait of Kael from the dust jacket of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (1968)

Pauline Kael: Making Movies Better

Her reviews are still incredibly fun to read. She was insightful, and could offer critique that was howlingly on-point, sharp, and funny

Broken, in Pieces

So many things these days aren’t holding up well, don’t hold true even five minutes later as the world continues to shift under my feet. But here is a little snapshot of the way that my heart is broken today.