stories that become you
Everyone I know is in a perpetual state of ‘busyness,’ their schedules stretched to capacity with stress levels high. I find that technology can undermine good intentions–becoming yet another layer of noise to break through. And although I long to make genuine connections with the world at large, sometimes I lack the energy. As you […]
MoreI have a friend who falls into hibernation mode on the day of the dead. She burrows away in her suburban home with a herd of cats, a crackling fireplace, and a good book. As a late October baby, I used to love kicking off fall, embracing the changing color of the leaves along with the […]
MoreI’ve been waking up early, starting my day at sunrise, one of the positive remnants from travel and jetlag. But these past few days I feel myself falling into bad habits, sleeping in, ignoring the outside world. I try to shake it off but the fogginess lingers. And the news cycle does not help, focusing on the […]
MoreLately, my dreams have been lucid, sensory and three-dimensional. Dreams of other people’s pets in unexpected places. Dreams of my parents, the house where I grew up, my home now. I can feel their presence in rooms they have never seen and it feels so real that when I do wake up the realization is like […]
MoreToday feels different, I can’t quite explain why but my heart feels heavy. My rational mind blames it on the erratic change of seasons. And it’s not just me, even the nearby trees are confused, some leaves are yellow, others green. We have a sunny, humid day followed by a crisp, overcast one. And this morning […]
MoreI love traveling, but the reentry into your everyday life is like a workout from hell. We arrived in New York City Thursday night after yet another harrowing airport experience, where we barely made our connecting flight in Amsterdam. A cab ride from New Jersey to Brooklyn and I was exhausted by the time I made […]
MoreBored stiff like cardboard. James wondered if there was any chance of sleeping through this one. “James, are you ready yet?” Mom called from the hallway. It was half-past the hour, and she was anxious. Marley would be here soon and James hadn’t even dressed. “Working on […]
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