I went to a coloring bar at the Strand on July 21 as part of my journey of self-development. Alone. Continue reading →
I’m not much of a talker but I have things to say. I find that writing is a way for me to “talk.” Despite my inconsistency, I write because I find it therapeutic. Because, like everyone else, I react to things and I have opinions, too. I have a roster of public intellectuals and writers whom I admire, and aspire to be like.
My problem is that I don’t take myself seriously. Continue reading →
It’s been about six years since I last saw any member of my extended family. The unfortunate consequence of this is how childhood memories of said relations continue well into adulthood. How that characterization you grew up with becomes a taken-for-granted fact, until a collision occurs. A collision between childhood me and adult me; between what I’ve been told and grown-up me. Continue reading →
Five on the dot. Anticipating the melodic overture of the alarm, I lay with eyes open. The alarm chimes. No snooze button for this gal! Continue reading →
Last semester I found myself in a conversation (well, more like an argument) about “being busy” and its taken-for-granted effects in life. My upbringing in a culture that was constantly “go go go.” Failure signaled a laziness. Add to that my anxiety, and we have created a situation in which no doubletakes were taken on “busyness.”
It seemed normal. So… accurately descriptive of my being. Being busy was good. I really believed I was busy.
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