I keep waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes from the acid ravaging my esophagus from some annoying … More
Category: Family
amoeba.
When we enter into deep relationship, we cast ourselves under somewhat of a microscope. As we cohabitate and learn the … More
imperfect.
I’m sitting in the dim of my kitchen, glass of pinot noir at hand, dead flower petals and strings of ear … More
Stress.
I remember lying awake on the bottom bunk in the room I shared with my little sister in the second grade. … More
Tide pool.
I spent the two days this past week on the Oregon Coast, in familiar yet missed salty air, hair whipped to … 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
Stranger.
Throughout the thirteen hour plane ride to Taipei, I could not stop watching the woman in front of me. Between … More
Less.
I feel everything so keenly and bluntly today. A grade A example of a seemingly bipolar being, sensing each moment pointedly … More