perspective on the (L) word

I had a juvenile concept of love. When I was younger, loving someone meant that I cared deeply for them and was happy to be around them. I assumed attraction and attention equaled love. If I agreed with people who shared my interests and made me laugh that meant we loved each other. If you’re on…

our novel perspectives

I think one of the most difficult things to remember is that everyone sees the world a different way. When we’re little and learn that the bottom color on a traffic light is green, I guess we don’t really think about how green looks to anyone- even ourselves. We just see what it is and…

Am I making genuine memories?

I read somewhere that we are incapable of completely appreciating a moment until it becomes a memory. Is that why I spend so much time scrolling through pictures on my phone and flipping through old photo albums? I mean, things happen so quickly these days. Going back through pictures seems to be my best way of trying…

why my hair does and does not matter

We take advantage of things. Don’t deny it. There’s elements of your life that go unnoticed by you every day. But the moment they’re taken away, they’re greatly missed. Anxiety of loss may cause a panic attack. You may break down like your world is ending. The cliché saying “you don’t know what you’ve got…

a pep talk to myself

It’s been three years since I’ve worked on a story… Girl, that is way too long. I could play the counterproductive blame game and make up a bunch of excuses about why I haven’t written stories or published a book yet but I know that’s all poppycock. I know myself best and I know it’s…

strange look on his face

I don’t think there’s some kind of awesome moment when you realize who you are. It comes slowly and then all at once and you wake up seemingly outside the bubble that is your life and actually notice what is happening. This is who you are and who you will be. And I fully believe that…

25 to 26 in rhyme and image

I touched the west coast saw some really tall trees rode the edge of a highway captivated by sea hiked a bright valley  where we followed the blue foaming, crisp waves the best birthday view CRCH

fifteen years of never forgetting

September 11th 2001 I wonder about you. I wonder how uncomfortable it was. That’s probably not the strongest word, but that day was anything but comfortable. I still hear stories and feel claustrophobic. I look at the pictures and imagine all these scenarios. I think about how I would have responded. I think and I think and…

the deep sip

I like to kiss like I’m drinking hot coffee slow       and sweet savoring every sip a gentle touch of the lips to the cup smoothly submitting my tongue to the temperature within drawing back quickly if it’s too hot welcoming the grounded beans and sugary sweetness if it’s just right letting it…

Blame it all on My Roots (NYC Day 4)

Sunday It was a quiet morning in Park Slope as we pushed the thick wooden door closed behind us and descended down the cement steps. Bundled in scarves and sporting our sneakers again, we took the subway up to the Manhattan harbor area. Tucked amidst the shadowed buildings, we found a Dunkin’ Donuts and breakfast…

Culture Us Up (NYC Day 3)

Saturday The sky was a white abyss as we awoke and made our way into the chilly air. Umbrellas at the ready, we were eager to take on the New York City weekend. But first, coffee. Dressed in our boots and scarves, down the hill and into the subway we went. Destination: Upper West Side…