Jessica Reed Kraus

5 days ago | jessicareedkraus.substack.com | Jessica Reed Kraus

With everything going on, I really really didn’t want to write about ladies in space. But at this point, the only thing more bloated than a Blue Origin rocket is the spectacle surrounding it. What was pitched to us as a historic feminist leap —a milestone for women in space! —played more like an SNL skit or an April Fools' prank staged by the Real Housewives of Planet Bezos. Even now, one really understands the whole point of it. Was glam in “space” the central mission?

1 week ago | jessicareedkraus.substack.com | Jessica Reed Kraus

“All she reads is newspapers—no books, just the papers.” — G. Maxwell Inmate A week ago, over dinner at a famed New York steakhouse, Mike pointed at me and proudly declared to his cousin, “She never gets sick.”It’s true. For the most part. Any virus floating around our household usually skips right over me. I spent an entire year on the road without getting sick once. I’ve always been that way—somehow dodging even the most contagious strains.

1 week ago | jessicareedkraus.substack.com | Jessica Reed Kraus

I spent most of the weekend in bed reading, resting, and recovering from back-to-back travel. The pink moon that rose Saturday night promised a chance to break cycles that keep love surface-level and step into something more honest, mutual, and mature. A perfectly poetic reset, basically. I just wish the sun would show up again to convince me a new season has actually arrived. We are swallowed still by the fog that likes to linger over us in this coastal basin.

1 week ago | jessicareedkraus.substack.com | Jessica Reed Kraus

"If you have the power to eat alone in a restaurant, or sit alone in a cinema, then you have the power to do absolutely anything you want in life." — Daniel CraigHello and happy Sunday. For us, it’s the last day of spring break, and I’m stuck in bed with a mild head cold that’s sucked all the life out of me. Our second bathroom is newly finished. I came home to find it matched exactly what I’d hoped for—which, as anyone who’s ever renovated knows, is rarely the case.

1 week ago | jessicareedkraus.substack.com | Jessica Reed Kraus

It’s worth noting: most of my trips to New York City seem to be shadowed by some brush with unexpected horror. Sometimes it’s personal. Other times, it’s the kind of tragedy that rattles headlines. I’ve started keeping notes as brief snapshots of chaos in case I ever decide to write about them. On this trip, helicopters seemed to follow me everywhere. It started in D.C., behind the rope line at the White House, waiting for the president’s departure.