A letter to myself as a new mother. When the baby comes, I am sorry, it will be like the time you adopted a kitten and then took it back the next day.Read More
Writing is a part of me that will never be cast aside, as many of my hobbies get cast aside once I play with them for a while.
My writing life isn’t a hobby. It is what allows me to self-explore and make sense of my overly complicated, overly sensitive mind, one that needs constant grounding.Read More
I stood next to Arthur C. Clarke’s wheelchair, at his desk, in his office, in his house, surrounded by his books, videotapes, plaques, photographs, trinkets, trophies and memories and a loud sob escaped me. And then another one, followed by the unstoppable avalanche of tears that you have no choice but to let happen.Read More
The Shallowness of Social Media and Online Learning in a 100-Year-Old Book: A brief look at the novella by E.M. Forster, The Machine StopsRead More