When I was a kid, my dad traveled a lot for work. I thought it was the coolest thing on earth. I didn’t care for what they would do all day. All I saw, was him get on a plane, see different roads (that probably don’t have traffic), street lights that work, big snowy mountains,…… Continue reading Landed Safely.
I have this crippling fear inside of me that anything I do, will not work in my favor. It makes me stay in bed all day, or do anything but what I am supposed to do. It’s getting in the way of everything. Nay, I am getting in the way of everything. I am done…… Continue reading The impostor
I was really having a sad-moody day today and I found healing in two ways. One, was some good ‘ol (new) Daniel Caesar, and Two, Running (Jogging really but let me feel athletic just for today sawa?). I know, I know you must be thinking running? Running to go get food ama? No, no, I…… Continue reading 28 minutes
It’s half past seven pm. now. I’m in bed with a stained pinky, trying to sketch a sketchy piece for election day. My back feels like breaking, and no it’s not solely because of standing in the lines for a long time. Since my househelp decided to stage a dramatic walk out (which I missed…… Continue reading Of Polling stations
When Lynn, my sister, and I were kids, we were the type of kids that knew every song that came on the radio by heart. My father, had a brown or grey (my mom and I argued about this for years) Toyota corolla, that I loved with all my heart.I always felt like I was…… Continue reading Let’s sing a song.
Do you ever finish a good book, or a series you’ve been binge watching, and just think to yourself, What do I do with my life next? You’ve created such a bond with the characters, and when it ends, you heart breaks into a million pieces. Well that happened to me yesterday. After finishing the…… Continue reading Crocs..
I remember when I turned eighteen, I felt old. Not mature, not like an adult, just plain old. Prior to the day, I always thought that whenever you turned either eighteen, or twenty one your skin definitely droops a bit. You get a wrinkle. I kind of still believe so. You see in a few…… Continue reading Home made Slime.