I’m in India. I guess I could just start there. Sitting on the balcony patio of my boyfriend’s uncle’s porch, surrounded by lush palms, tropical flowers, and Queen of the Night blossoms, who’s nightly scent still lingers sweetly in the morning air. Mooti has brought me coffee (getting used to servants is quite an unusual …
Continue reading Namaskaram (India, Day 2)
The only thing I couldn’t leave New York without seeing was the World Trade Center Memorial. It’s worth the trip, for that alone. Never have I felt such heartache as I did in that moment. The grief living in those gaping holes is profound. It’s staggering. It will bring you to your knees. It did …
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I have cried every day this week. I'm wondering when tears will stop. A few months ago, when I was feeling this way, I just became disconnected. People noticed. Asked me why I wasn't posting on the blog. Why I wasn't writing. Why I wasn't answering texts or calls. Today, I've decided that …
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You should know that I started this blog to detail my adventures. But, I am finding more increasingly, that my adventures often entail emotional experience, rather than "real life." This blog wasn't started to combat, or to argue. It was started to inspire. To better us (and, realistically, to better myself, as writing often does). …
Continue reading Open letter to LaPierre//The grandfather I never knew.
I'm going to do this. God help me, I'm going to make a political post on my non political blog. And I may regret doing this tomorrow, because I already know it's going to prickle at the skin of many people that I know. But whatever, Neimöller has long taught me otherwise. That, and, the …
Continue reading The Politics of Kneeling
I have had, I think, the most interesting couple of days—days that taught me about relationship, and about connection. I’ve witnessed desperation, depravity, sadness, hopelessness, all in the span of 48 hours. To say I am emotionally exhausted is, perhaps, a perfectly understated description…hence the coffee. I’ve always argued that you never have to travel …
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My mother has always said that I’m a runner. When the going gets tough, I get going. She says I’ve done it ever since I was a little girl. And I have to say, I do remember a smaller version of myself, backpack fully loaded, heading out the door. Proclaiming to any who was listening …
Continue reading Things like love.
I’m sitting at a picnic bench, boiling quinoa, because that’s the hipster thing to do. Also, I’m a millennial, so I might as well act the part. A patch nosed snake slithers by and, despite the lack of venom, I get a funny feeling running up the back of my spine. It doesn’t help that …
Continue reading The things we seek…
The Wild Heart of Life 