As a child, I truly, honestly believed that growth was a linear concept. I believed that every academic year I … More
Category: Blog
The Droplet, The Grain, and Life
It is in the unchecked moments of the day that life passes us by. (Yes, I am indeed very wise.) … More
The One Where I Ask You To Consider Rest
We are *still* in the midst of a global pandemic. Every day, news, social media, family remind us to stay … More
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 … More
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 … More
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 … More
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 … More
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, … More
Old Rituals, New Ways
Sitting in my room anticipating my chai as it boils on the stove, and the rain spatters across my window … More
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 … More
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 … More
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 … More
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 … More
On Falling In Love
A lot has been said about love. The idea of love, the emotion of love, the feeling of being in … More
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 … More