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
I’ve often said, a good book is like a splendid speech. Every piece fits in just where it matters, the … More
Life is unpredictable. We plan for it. We hope for it, but at the end of the day, we cannot … 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.
Into the Water by Paula Hawkins A single mother turns up dead at the bottom of the river that runs … More
When your entire being opens into the darkness and loops about unending
when every flicker of light is seen with malice and hatred,
when every piece of your worth is measured against the white wall,
when your intelligence and happiness give up on you
That is the beginning of an anxiety attack.
When you meet an old friend, you know what to expect. It’s comfortable, it’s known. When you meet someone new, … More
I was recently introduced to Quora by a close friend of mine who one day in the middle of a … More
Home has always been a constant for me, but which house I lived in, has never been a constant. Coming … More