Not all fun is created equally. There, I said it. Not all people treat the same things as fun. I, … More
Sitting in my room anticipating my chai as it boils on the stove, and the rain spatters across my window … More
Every year we want to start right. The right diet, the right friends, the right rituals, the right way. Every … More
My poetry is a little part of me. It sneaks up on me as when I least expect it and … More
I love lists. To-Do Lists, Grocery Lists, Shopping Lists, Gift Lists, Homework Lists, you name it, and if it’s a … More
I have a different blog for poetry. It’s private so don’t go looking for it (I’m glad you wanted to … More
A lot has been said about love. The idea of love, the emotion of love, the feeling of being in … More
Writing is an art. In 7th grade, it wasn’t. In 8th, it wasn’t. In my ninth grade, many, many years … More
What should last days look Like? Why do endings matter? As I sit on the sole step of a tiny … More
When speaking of women, one needs to be educated, vulnerable, knowledgeable, and imaginative. There has to be an elegance in the narrative.
I’ve often said, a good book is like a splendid speech. Every piece fits in just where it matters, the … More
Poetry is like a well-written book. Some prefer thrillers, some prefer romance. Helium is a welcome combination of both. The … More
Life is unpredictable. We plan for it. We hope for it, but at the end of the day, we cannot … More
There are many ways to look at life. A day, a moment, an event, even conversations can turn around how … More
Still, I couldn’t quit. Not again. Not for my sanity. So I went. I panted, howled, joked, and low key thought I’d die. But here’s the thing – no one died while running. Not that I know of anyway.