Since working from home, I've had no gauge of how my body has changed. Has it grown? Softened and stretched—sagged even—with sedentary idleness? Of course it has, the little voice in my head seethes. She's the product of society, of the patriarchy, the one who's always reminding me of how far from ... Read More
On Fear + Flower Porn
This past week has been especially dreary. I'm restless, and no matter how hard I try to sleep off the inner imbalance, I can't: somehow, my body is bearing the brunt of this nameless stress. I knew it wasn't cabin fever (I'm a homebody at heart), and the stormy weather couldn't be blamed entirely ... Read More
Café Citron
On a day as gloomy and grey as today—22 days into shelter-in-place—color is perhaps the simplest, most significant antidote to the rainy day blues. I have no complaints working from home or staying in 24/7, but my peace with the situation comes from a place of privilege. (This I acknowledge and am ... Read More