The front desk was checking-in a group of professional sportsman. From their built, Anna figured, soccer or rugby. She went to the front of the line and excused herself, “Sorry, I am in a rush. My talk is in 12 minutes. Can any of you help me find something quick to eat? An energy bar… Read More: Novel – WIP Week 3 »
On her way to the kitchen, Anna ran into John and his two kids. John went to college with Bill. Recently divorced, the weight of life shows. This joy deprived man has a dim light in his eyes. He is gentle, patient and attentive to his kids. He is thoughtful and relaxed with adults. Anna… Read More: Novel – WIP Week 2 »
(A story idea visited. I don’t have a title yet. I am excited to where the story goes. I will be doing weekly updates of the story until it is finished) Michael refuses to share any personal detail. It drivers Anna crazy. When Anna looks into Micheal’s eyes while having sex, she knows he is… Read More: Novel- WIP Week 1 »
I am asking people out. So, dates. This one stood out. He is peculiar. And he is into how weird I am. On our first date, I wore a burgundy sweater dress that contoured my body. My butt looks great in the dress and it is comfortable. I paired the look with my blue laced… Read More: Ongoing »
What’s real to me may not be real to you. Our perceptions of reality couldn’t be further from each other. We make different meanings out of the same event. This is why we feel lonely. And being understood feels amazing. We are relational. The back and forth does something to our brain and our heart.… Read More: Security & Risk Mix »
Fall is near. The sudden change of colors is pointing me to examine my own rhythms. For someone who follows a loose schedule, I had a sudden curiosity of what I actually do on a random day. I have a good idea of when I am most productive during the day. I don’t know how… Read More: Schedule Audit »
What goes into your head when you think of giving up? I think of stagnation, death and misery. I think of becoming homeless. I think of suicide. I think of concerned loved ones. I think of a bleak and doomed future. In short monkey terms, my brain believes: giving up, bad. I have the deep… Read More: On Giving up »