So there I was, sitting one old cushion my grandma gave me, moving my arms around like a crazy lady. Kundalini yoga, they call it. Barney’s time, my dad renamed it, in honor of…
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I’m so sick and tired of myself, my own BS, the stories I tell myself to pretend that I’m fine. I’m not. I’m fucking screwed. And I don’t even want to say that because…
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There was a time when I didn’t think I would make it pass 23. There was a time when I believe my dad would not live beyond 55. Because you know, trauma, cancer, and…
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For the last five years, vacation meant cycling. I couldn’t leave without my bike. My ride was my freedom. Today, after more than a week on vacation, I finally went for a tour. I…
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It was supposed to be vacation time. Except I told you, I’m not good at time off. I did relax a bunch, walked almost as much if not even more, saw a ton of…
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Sometimes the best stories happen when you expect them the least. Sometimes the solution to that damn problem is hanging there just under your nose. Sometimes we are so used to the same patterns…
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Maybe it’s something in the air. Gemini season. Mercury also shifting into this sign. For some reason or another, people from all horizons have been happily sharing what they think of me over the…
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It’s that time of the year. That time when kids start looking outside the classroom windows with eyes filled with anguish, wondering if the teacher’s banter will ever stop so that they finally get…
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Waking up in the sunlight with a soft smile on your face and a head full of gentle, delightful thoughts. No drama. Anxiety gone. Sunscreen that smells like ice cream. Oatmeal that tastes like…
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Growing up, I can’t remember not being one of the cool kids. Always was part of a if not the popular group, even sometimes as some sort of leader. I was often the one…
