Life goes on without my interference. Roses red and white are blooming in my neighborhood. My cats are staring at the cardinals outside of the window. Trees in the backyard are lush and still, soaking in the sun. It’s a perfect spring day. I even noticed myself humming on the way to the coffee shop.… Read More: Whose body? »
I am trying to find a friendly opening after not writing for so long. I love writing. That’s obviously why this blog still exists. Writing still tethers me to life and to the part of myself that’s ever mysterious and exciting. Life changes and it changes me. While I was busy planning the wedding, I… Read More: Prego »
No better time to review your year on Christmas Eve. It is helpful to look back at the year and understand what it contains. I have little alone time now so whatever amount I can get, I am extra grateful and I want to write. The keywords of 2025 are: sleep, China, cats and weight… Read More: 2025 in Review »
It is 10:19pm on a mid-April Tuesday. I am writing next to the cats. They are feasting on their last meal of the day. I have cats now- a bonded pair: one tabby and one tuxedo. They are funny creatures that don’t respect human norms. They add extra work and unpredictability to my life. They… Read More: Hello from Your Wise Friend »
Hi friends, How have you been? Anything memorable to share? I am moving in with Boyfriend at the end of October. And I am attending a professional training program. Life is busy, chaotic, and full. There is a city park near my new place. It is great for walks. Early this morning, I tried out… Read More: Rent is Due »
Let’s get right into it. How do you know what you want is truly what you want? And not your parents’? Or not what your culture has taught you to want? How do you know where you begin? And where do you end? Now, I have given you enough to think about for a week.… Read More: Bookstores & Leaving A Legacy »
Letter I: Dear J, How are you doing? How’s time off? I am writing to you on a wobbly wooden table at a bookstore with a small cafe. It is 3:48 pm now. I have a cup of passion tea next to me. The card reader at the cafe is broken so the barista gave… Read More: Two Letters written from The Same Bookstore »