australia.

I keep waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes from the acid ravaging my esophagus from some annoying … More

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