Mutual
You’re never too old to be unable to identify feelings, are you? You’re never too old to feel again the things that once felt new,… Read More »Mutual
storytelling
Major Things I Learned from my Mother
“What if Mother remarried? Would you accept it?” “No way, are you crazy?” It was more of a nod than spoken words; a fast nodding… Read More »Major Things I Learned from my Mother
Eavesdropping on the M Path
I was on my way home. The worn-out leather seats in the next-to-last coach were comfortable enough to make me tilt my head back and… Read More »Eavesdropping on the M Path
The Boy Who Didn’t Choose Me
I guess it is in my head where destiny has decided to write your name. Forever wondering about the day when it’ll no longer be… Read More »The Boy Who Didn’t Choose Me
How is a Story Born?
How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do.… Read More »How is a Story Born?
A Walk in the (Snowy) Park
We met on a social media comment section of a popular page. Arguing about each other’s point of view, we took the angry exchange to direct… Read More »A Walk in the (Snowy) Park
Would You Be Proud of Your Naked Soul?
Will your eyes be as pretty if you removed the lashes? Will your chest be popping without the silicone? Will your hair make waves if… Read More »Would You Be Proud of Your Naked Soul?
Love Anyway
If love is going to destroy you regardless, honey, you might as well feel the rain AND the fire while you’re at it. The optimists… Read More »Love Anyway
Affirmation of the Obvious – Excerpt
He makes questions, he seems curious, intrigued by me, as am I by him. He listens to every word I say as if he’s hearing… Read More »Affirmation of the Obvious – Excerpt
Love at Ten Eighty – Excerpt
“New guy alert, new guy alert!” announced Jenny. She had just come back from the academic advisor’s office. “Technically, aren’t we all new?” sassed Nana.… Read More »Love at Ten Eighty – Excerpt
Italy: an Adventure to Remember
In 2011, after years and years of buildup and much anticipation, I finally went to Italy for the first time. My then boyfriend had been… Read More »Italy: an Adventure to Remember
Your Own Rhythm
Sit down and write even when you have nothing to whine about, they say. But it’s hard. Especially, after some time apart from your vibe,… Read More »Your Own Rhythm