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

Driving through the sunlit, endearingly gritty streets of Tacoma yesterday evening, I chat with my friend Ben after what felt … More

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

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

There are days when it feels like everything has been flecked with rose gold and hazel and honey. They are rare … More

Inappropriate and sometimes downright aggressive encounters are not rare in the life of women today. All women, to varying degrees, … More

*Written October 24th (my mom told me to publish this immediately after I read it to her; hi mom: love … More

This last week I got to spend time with my sister, Hilary, and my brother in law, Ron at their … More

Writing today from Gate B9 in Taipei, waiting for a plane to- you guessed it- Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I’ve spent … More