Tide pool.

I spent the two days this past week on the Oregon Coast, in familiar yet missed salty air,  hair whipped to … More

She.

After singing lullabies to my niece as she drifted into sleep, after I set her tiny onesie-clad body down into the crib, … More

Reminder.

Brushing it off and saying “it’s just one of those days” is a disservice to yourself. It’s a cheat out of giving … More

Selves.

Sometimes in a moment alone after a thread of days spent around people for extended periods of time I’ll feel … More

Your True North.

In my favourite book The Virgin Suicides, after a first attempt at death, young Cecilia is asked post-slitting-of-the-wrists “What are you … More

Whirlwind.

It has been 13 days since soaring into the air towards Phnom Penh, Cambodia and two full back home, in … More

Splinter.

The rain has ceased momentarily in Phnom Penh, the outside heathered, fogged as an Autumn evening in Washington- a sliver of … More

Stranger.

Throughout the thirteen hour plane ride to Taipei, I could not stop watching the woman in front of me. Between … More

Casanova.

Watching someone you love and respect work on something passionately with focus, drive, and serious intent makes you want them … More

Vigorous.

What was it that made my brief walk home from my neighbourhood bar so unapologetically lavishly feminine and dauntless? An … More