I keep a whiteboard on the floor, leaned against the wall. I use it as a type of art canvas. Every so often I will wipe it clean and draw a new image onto it. I like how easy it is to just begin again with a blank canvas, that it doesn’t have to be so permanent and unchanging, so rigid and fixed. Maybe I just like that I could erase my mistakes…
I remember how my legs would tingle as I looked down the glass railing of the second floor of the mall. I was barely tall enough to look over the banister, I’d just press my face against the glass and stare down at everyone carrying shopping bags, going from one store to the next. My pulse would quicken its pace with the thought that the glass could break and I could fall down forever…
Please watch Kodaline’s “All I Want” music video. It’s a beautifully engaging narrative about the feeling of loneliness. Kind of perfect for this time of social isolation. You might have already seen the video. It came out in 2012 and has 150 million views on Youtube. But it’s okay if you haven’t, music doesn’t expire…
I hate the phrase “we’re all in the same boat.” It indicates we are experiencing the same unfortunate circumstances. The phrase is an illusion…
My sister during the pandemic:
“All this time I thought today was Thursday.”
“All I do is eat now because I’m bored.”
“I was up until 7am watching Disney+.”
As the years passed and age welcomed my great-grandmother into the fold, she slowly grew weaker as I grew older. Without realizing it at the time, there was a shift in our dynamic. The one who always cared for me needed caring for…
Lent starts tomorrow. It’s a season of reflection in preparation for Easter, the day we celebrate Jesus rising from the dead. During Lent, Christians replicate Christ’s sacrifice in the desert for 40 days by giving something up on the 40 days (not counting Sundays) leading to Easter. While praying about what to give up this year, I reflected on last year. I gave up makeup…
I take the bus to work. And my route makes a stop at one of the most iconic landmarks in the world, the Golden Gate Bridge. For a long time I took this for granted. The bus would make its stop and I’d continue to stare at my phone or read my book. I didn’t take a moment to look up…
The bus said it would arrive at 9:57am. It’s now 10:06am. I’m hunched over my black, moleskine journal in front of the 19th Ave liquor store, using their window ledge as a seat, and writing to make use of the delay…
A couple years ago, I spent my birthday in Zimbabwe. I ended the night holding hands with some friends, counting to three, and jumping into a pool with our clothes on…