Hello. It’s been a while. How are you? These are questions I want to ask you all personally, as I know you all have stories and lessons from your time in quarantine. We all do. You’ve …
How Are You?
IT HAS BEEN ZERO DAYS SINCE OUR LAST ACCIDENT
When tragedy befalls a person, like losing a beloved kitty, it can be hard to pick oneself up. But what is lesser-known, is what to do when a period of successive tragedies hit you one after …
What It’s Like To Go Back To School
I’ve finally emerged after four weeks of classes at the New York Botanical Gardens. With quite a substantial amount of reading, homework assignments and trekking to the Bronx, I am done with my first course. And …
I Judge People By Their Toilet Paper
There I am, in the restroom of my acupuncturist’s office, amid the holistic practices of many feel-good professionals and I can’t help but notice the toilet paper. It’s single-ply. SINGLE-PLY! It is akin to wiping yourself …
At Sea in My Creativity
Everyone’s creativity works in different ways. Some people’s creativity becomes a trickling spring after digging through a well of inspiration. Others take their dreams and turn them into realities one sketch at a time (Karl Lagerfeld …
Lately on Instagram
I used to have a love/hate relationship with Instagram. You know some of my thoughts from this article, which resonated with the blogger and creative community. But something’s changed. I’ve seemed to have turned a corner …
An Irrational Fear Of Seaweed
We all have our fears: spiders, being murdered in our sleep, coming into work late, or forgetting that critical project in high school. They’re all pretty normal things to find scary, but lately, I’ve noticed that …
Life as of Late
You’ve probably noticed how little I’ve been posting lately, and it’s not because I’ve given up on this blog. In fact, it’s quite the opposite, I’ve gone further into my writing. Readers who follow me on …
Why I’ll Never Be a Perfect Girly Girl
I eat food off the floor. There, I said it! Be it a dusty cheerio or a wet strawberry, I do not possess the germaphobic tendencies that seem to paralyze others from picking salad greens off …
The Joy of Growing Up Without a Body Image
I grew up a tomboy. Overalls were the height of style, unruly hair was a constant companion, and I was always awkward, knocking my shoulders into doorways and stubbing my toes on bed frames. I was …