all too soon, we’ve returned to streets colonized by holiday masses. my blood slows to a sluggish crawl, desires muted even as my mind...

just once, i would like for there to be no ifs or buts in my life. no rough edges to be sanded away. no dark clouds on the horizon. no...

my people don’t shy away from the sun, tough questions or much of anything my people eat revolution for breakfast, having endured...

the truth is, i’m not for everyone. a statement less elitist than matter of fact. whether this is the product of a sharp mind or sharp...

when i lived here, i was a girl on edge. a coffee addict with a hopeless sweet tooth. drifting about in a cloud of anxiety. small....

there is a moment each episode when everyone’s glazed pots enter the kiln, perfectly finished or otherwise and the host declares with...

after a week of indomitable grey sinking and shrinking in a mountain of woes i subject myself to something called the joy workout...

before i became conscious of what it meant to be an introvert, i thought i was defective in my thirst for solitude. no one taught me that...

i think we’re painting our own picture of love, using the only colours we know. an eclectic world drawn from multiple palettes. we take...

anything i love i devour - men, butter mochi, prestige TV. i stay up far too late consuming all of the above. like a flame burning...