Melina Gerosa Bellows

I discovered it! The difference between fat and thin people. It has nothing to do with carbs, calories, or even exercise. In fact, I believe it has less to do with the body than a split-second reflex [more]

I feel sorry for the clothes in my closet. I’m talking about the clothes I really don’t like. Every time I open my closet, they look at me forlornly because they don’t get out much. So I spend [more]

My Saturday to-do list reads like a shopaholic’s dream: Anthropologie, H &M, and Banana Republic. But I’m not shopping, at least not today. Instead, I’m returning some things that I couldn’t [more]

Christmases are like snowflakes: No two are alike. Each is beautiful, and each reflects the essence of who we are in that particular. When I was little, the highlight of the year was always Christmas [more]

I’m pretty lucky. As part of my job, I get to travel every year to the Frankfurt Book Fair, a massive, international literary convention that draws thousands of publishers and authors. This year, [more]

I’m having coffee with my friend Hilary when she blurts, “I had the most unbelievable psychic reading. She knew everything. You have to call her. She will change your life!” While I‘m open to [more]

My heart forever belongs to summer. But since it’s not humanly possible to hasten the turn of the seasons, I’ve decided to look on the bright side (even though the light is diminishing by 135.6 [more]

In June I made a full commitment to make the summer’s focus weight loss. After I failed to find happiness two sizes larger, I defaulted to my usual way of dealing with not being happy with my body: [more]

Saturday morning in the Hamptons. I’m not celeb spotting at the farmer’s market, shopping at Tory Burch or Polo, or sucking in my stomach at Asparagus Beach. I’m here, at New York’s [more]

I’m riding my bike home from work. The evening is beautiful, and I’m telling myself to enjoy the summer warmth and appreciate the sun magically transforming the trees arching over the bike trail [more]