1. I've journaled fairly consistently since childhood, but as of late, this ritual has become more of a cathartic practice rather than a point of pleasure. I'm unsure what to make of this shift just yet, but documenting feels precious. Necessary, even, because it seems to be the only thing that ... Read More
The Morning After
It's somber, the morning after. Sobering, too. So much so that a part of me wanted to spend the day curled up in bed—but the best revenge is living despite, even if in spite, of. Joy is an act of resistance, I'm told. I'm not there yet (which is why I've been quiet on my little corner of the ... Read More
Savoring Summer
A list of things—some sweet, others sweaty, but nothing sour. How is it August already? There's a part of me that's grateful for the start of fall because it relieves some of the pressure of Doing Fun Things™ in summertime, but another that can't help but mourn its nearing end. I'm ... Read More