You are everything that I had been looking for––almost.
Time spent with you was the perfect storm of exhilaration and ease. The mundane moments felt like treasures to be hunted for and kept for safe keeping. I reminisce on the …
When I was a kid we had this cupboard under the stairs. It was completely empty even though my mother often complained about the perpetual clutter of the house. There was a metal string hanging from a lightbulb that I’m …
I do that thing where I ride my bike to the gym to go to a cycling class. It’s funny cause the ride to the gym feels like this simple breeze, the conduit to get to the next thing, while …
The dorm room was like any other. It was the beginning of term and didn’t quite have the overpowering musk of spilt beer and sweat––it was still mild. The windows were open, offering a light breeze; and while it was …
“That’s kind of your thing though” he said, his comment hanging in the air.
“What?” she responded. “Being selfish?”
“Well, yeah.” The moment he said it, she knew the words could not be more true, although part of her body …
It’s running rampant. It’s everywhere. You might try and close your door to it, shift the shades, and use the big bolt lock. It will still get in. It will find you in the shower, in the grocery store line, …
Here we are again, another March, another day devoted, another coming together. Pockets of smaller communities and groups meshing together, a meeting of hearts, friends, and minds to Stand with one another in solidarity. If you have participated in the …
_____ isn’t about you.
I know you would like to believe it is. To place yourself in the center. To maintain the notion that you are the sun, and your pull keeps us encircled. And sure, you aren’t entirely to …
Emma had lived in the dorm for six days, five nights, and four hours. Each day built on the next, and the pendulum of her emotions was always in movement. During the first hour she felt free, finally her parents …
Like Mozart I take to the keys. Though mine are not melodic, but harsh truths of near pasts and closer futures. I find that putting my words down is a release, as I am sure many can relate, I aim …
One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. Circular Motion. Circcculllarrrrr motion! I caught myself narrating, a “gift” passed down from my mother. It gave me ease, and patience for the day. As a girl I would sit on her granite bathroom …
Write something real they said. Say how you feel they encouraged. Your words matter. Your story is relevant. I heard this over and over. And yet, I was constantly held back from being utterly and unapologetically authentic. I stood in …
“Yes, but why does it need to hurt?”
They stopped swaying to the music, loosened their grasp and separated their bodies. For almost an hour they had been slow dancing in his living room. The only light shining was across …
In my junior year at UC Santa Barbara I took a class titled Literature and the Environment. From an interdisciplinary perspective the class focused on environmental issues while examining the various ways literature approaches the subject of “nature.” It was …
(Note: This post continually quotes from Marianne Williamson’s A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles).
It recently dawned on me that through my posts here, random blurbs on Instagram, and status updates on …
Yesterday, today, and the two before, were some of the most beautiful days San Francisco has had in awhile. The sun rose with no clouds to interfere, and unlike many of our Bay mornings, afternoons, and evenings, the sun actually …
We all do it. Walking down the street, late at night, in the wee hours as we beg for sleep to join us, or in the shower: we have aha! moments. An idea, a path, a plan comes into mind, …
He addressed her again. An “excuse me!” was bellowed into the circular hole meant to carry one’s voice to the other side of the partition. Still nothing. He had been waiting for her attention for five minutes, hoping to purchase …
I met you today on the corner of Polk and Turk. You stopped to wait at the same light, and as the seconds counted down you turned towards me, smiled, and asked how my morning was. I realized you …
I moved to San Francisco on August 31st, 2011. It was an incredibly sunny day, with little wind and few clouds. I had only visited three times before, once as a kid with my family, and twice to visit the …
It’s interesting the things that build on each other. Someone gives you a smile, you then lend a hand, it sparks your day, the sunset is perfect. Is it beautifully vast with electric colors and amazing clouds? No its rainy …
I don’t know much, about blogs. When they got popular? When or if they have climaxed? I am late to the game. For years I told myself, start a blog, write everyday, take these ideas and put them somewhere. Weeks, …
Sometimes when I put my hands around her ribs, I feel like I might break her. At times it’s because she’s so small — my hands almost fit all the way around her, meeting each other over her stomach. Other …
It was with weighted hearts that many of us fell asleep last night. A blow to a belief system isn’t an easy pill to swallow. Many watched the results from the privacy of their homes, feeling the weight based on …