Like the typical single millennial woman, I consume a lot of media about being single. Whether it’s positive or negative or about wanting love or not wanting love, most of it rarely makes me re-examine any aspect of my dating life, but it sure is fun. I just started reading “How to Date Men when…

I’ve always referred to myself as an open book, which is just a nicer way of saying that I’m a chronic oversharer. Coupled with my generally uncontrollable urge to fill up awkward silences and my proclivity for rambling when I’m nervous means that people get to know me pretty well, pretty quickly. I used to…

Growing up, my white friends would inevitably ask where the rest of my family lived. I was usually met with a mixture of pity and fascination when I explained that the only blood relatives in the US I have live in Washington, California, Texas, Nebraska and Ohio. However, this sprinkling of people does not include…

My body is the party of the year  and none of you are invited.  I am Gatsby waiting on the shore,  for the love of my life, which is myself. I put up streamers, balloons. There is more champagne than you have ever seen  and I am getting drunk in the bathtub.  Quote the body…

As you get older the best things about the holidays are not presents or family or food but those ephemeral yet inevitable feelings that seem to surge in the collective human heart every year.  The softening towards each other, the sudden rise of empathy in your gut, because you realize how precarious your position in…

2018 has been a LONG year. Strangely, for the life of me, I can’t remember this past New Year’s Eve. We often forget how things began but never forget how they ended. So much has happened in 2018 it’s sometimes hard to believe it was just one year. I lived in 3 states, had 3…

I just realized that I haven’t blogged in a month! Dear imaginary readers, we have lots to catch you up on. 3 important things happened in the last month: I cut my hair off again. I accepted a job offer at an education nonprofit. I am moving to DC (okay well, technically Silver Spring) this…

There’s an end to every anger. I know that’s hard to believe. But one day the flame will gutter and die, and you will have to find something else to light the way.

I know myself. Tendon and bone and sweet tongue drop stone, heavy between teeth, pressed warm wet secret to the roof of my mouth. Everything that is the world’s and mine alone.   This knowing is not what you came with brightly tucked in flushed infant fist, crib companion. You cried and let into the…

Is this where ruin is finally laid to rest The last call to war heard long before A curious dawn, the first dawn In a way   Is this where you learn how to write a softer ending Than you deserve It comes gentle to us all, After all.   Is this where you are…