We are *still* in the midst of a global pandemic. Every day, news, social media, family remind us to stay…
Nostalgia and A Little Home Sick
We make homes from bricks and sometimes in people. My first idea of a home was people. Being born into…
On Fear and Hope
I’ve often wondered if fear and hope are the true opposites. I learned in class (way back when) that the…
The One Where We Explore Possibilities
COVID19 feels like a surreal reality show consuming all of humankind. Unlike Love is Blind or The Circle, there aren’t…
New Poem, Old Hesitations
Whenever I post a short form of freestyle poetry on Instagram, my heart skips an uneasy beat. I worry for…
Living “The” Life and The Difference Between Living and Simply Breathing
* Phew, that title was a mouthful. * We have an idea of life. We have a sense of what…
On Resisting The Urge To Have Instagram Worthy Fun
Not all fun is created equally. There, I said it. Not all people treat the same things as fun. I,…
Old Rituals, New Ways
Sitting in my room anticipating my chai as it boils on the stove, and the rain spatters across my window…
Starting Right, Beginning and The Forever – I Began
Every year we want to start right. The right diet, the right friends, the right rituals, the right way. Every…
A Poem on love, a Piece on Home
My poetry is a little part of me. It sneaks up on me as when I least expect it and…
The List of Lists of Things I Love
I love lists. To-Do Lists, Grocery Lists, Shopping Lists, Gift Lists, Homework Lists, you name it, and if it’s a…
A Few of My Poems
I have a different blog for poetry. It’s private so don’t go looking for it (I’m glad you wanted to…
On Falling In Love
A lot has been said about love. The idea of love, the emotion of love, the feeling of being in…
On Writing and Happiness
Writing is an art. In 7th grade, it wasn’t. In 8th, it wasn’t. In my ninth grade, many, many years…
Last Days and Endings
What should last days look Like? Why do endings matter? As I sit on the sole step of a tiny…
