essays
the thing they cannot give
Even though we shared a rare connection, it simply wasn’t a fit.
in what moment
Often I am not in the moment, noticing my thoughts drifting as I sit where I am like a zombie, my mental eye glazed over and somewhere far away.
reading my grandmother
Years after my grandmother's death, I started buying her book on resale sites.
wildflowers in hindsight
I have been lucky enough to spend a good amount of time in the wildflowers this spring
arriving in Thailand
“the job of the mind is not to be happy, it is to solve problems, which is why it always finds them.”