

music
In my mind, music and fall and the past are all the same. Music, because I must have first heard it sometime in the fall, a September...


india
Lately I've been dreaming of India. Of sandalwood and saris and saffron. I've been dreaming of home. There is something about traveling,...


freedom
I've thought a lot about what freedom means. It isn't quite the same definition as when I was younger. But it holds a lot of weight with...
remembering
I remember sprinklers, man-made rainbows, poking holes in glass jars for fireflies. I remember always being an early riser, my father’s...


adequately inadequate
I want to write about life. To write about life is to know life. And I ‘m trying everything in my power now to know what this life is all...


Grief
Loss is soft. It's gushy. You sink your teeth into it and everything comes pouring out all messy. June is a month of loss for me. It is...
vulnerability
ts been awhile since I’ve written. Publicly written. I’ve done a lot of journaling and scribbling in napkins and torn off corners of...


connecting
I recently read an article about two Indian men shot in a bar outside Kansas City. One was killed. Before the incident, the shooter had...


hold your nose: politics
I’ve been debating this post for awhile. Politics has never been my strong suit. I have never felt that I know enough about the world to...


be a Cheeto
I just finished eating an ENTIRE bag of “fat-free” cheddar “baked” Cheetos, a bowl of “paleo cauliflower chicken chili,” a whole...