For better or for worse, life is uncertain. It allows me to dream, as much as fear, what comes next. So there’s no way to approach it. It is a space in which life happens.
Tag Archives: life
Navigating Adulthood
All my childhood, with how I held myself, I always ran ahead of time. Then, at one moment, I stopped to catch my breath, and when I wanted to start again, life had already passed me by.
Coastline in Ruin
In a tragic instant, people lost everything. It’s hard to find words to grasp the immensity of this event. Seeing the beautiful green coast I grew up in reduced to ash is heartbreaking.
Dinner with Bourdain
I’ve been reading Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential throughout the summer. So who I imagine joining me for a meal is none other than that eccentric cookie.
While I ate cake at a family gathering: Thoughts on family
I stood in the corner, a paper plate with a slice of cake in my lap. My eyes widened with confusion. Looking around me, I realized: I don’t know that many happy families.
Children’s Understanding of Grief
My godson caught me off guard with how he explained where his grandparents are. To him, it was just another version of the story. Maybe next time he’ll get with something else, until he’s old enough to understand. Children’s understanding of death and grief is the most heartbreaking oblivion there is.
Summer in Details: Fragments of Time
Sitting with the weight of a year passed, I bite into a peach, and as I trail the juice from my hand to my elbow, I try to ground myself. My hands are sticky, and I wipe them on my shirt, leaving a blotchy stain on my ribs.
“You can’t have a village without being a villager.”
Protecting our peace, while important, is not something people understand its nature and purpose to be. We use it when we can’t be bothered to do anything, really. This lack of community is part of a much larger issue, but the point still stands: we forgot how to be friends.
Summer in Waiting Rooms: Figuring Your Life Out in Your Twenties
I’ve been ready to move all my life. I’ve been waiting forever in my room that isn’t my room because I have somewhere else to be. A home.
Travel Fun to Horror
Want to know how a fun travel story turns into a horror story in no time? You’re in the right place. Grab some coffee—it might be a short story, but it was one looong day! My girlfriends and I were on a little weekend getaway in Kotor, Montenegro, a few weeks ago. The vacation wasContinueContinue reading “Travel Fun to Horror”
