I have but only two passions. I love to learn and I love to laugh. My whole life is organized around these two simple things. — When I was younger, I wanted to become a movie star. Not an actress, a movie star. And then I wanted to be a scientist — a physicist to be exact. Then a doctor. Then an astronaut. Or was it an astronomer? …

“A good woman kneels while talking to her husband,” you said. — I hate greeting people. It’s a simple act. You stop, look someone in the eye, acknowledge them for a second, ask them about their day — most times without caring about their answer— and then move on with your life. Easy peasy. But not in my culture. Where I come…

In 4 different ways — I’ve turned into a small god — and that’s not a subtle attempt at hyperbole. See, I’m a house of cards. I’ve always been a loosely hanging frame of wallpaper doors. Connected to nothing. Held together by emptiness and pain. For as long as I can remember, my soul, my…

The best friendships feel like kintsukuroi — No, I don’t miss you i spoke to you the other day, the other week or was it last month? I don’t remember it feels like it was yesterday it feels like it was minutes ago it feels like it was now You haven’t left me my blood smells like you…

Is there a “creative people who don’t want to make money” union I can join? — No, I don’t want to make money. I just want to play. I want to play with my words and my friends. I want to build worlds. Please can I just make things? I don’t want to think about how much they’d cost. I don’t want to sell them. I…

I see you clearly. And all you are is small — give me what I want or you die give me what I want or I kill you is what you say in not so many words you speak in avalanches hurricanes wars you dredge up inside well, no more I see you clearly maybe for the first time ever you’re but just…

Emotions = Authenticity = Your Unique Voice — Everything within me was screaming at me that day. What if he sees it? What if it was a mistake? What was I thinking? I should take it down. Is it too late to delete it? But people like the story. My readers are in love with it in fact…

Here are 6 profound writing lessons I learned in the process — In September of 2021, I took a break from writing. Why am I lying? In September of 2021, I stopped writing. It wasn’t a conscious decision. I’d like to pretend it was. To pretend I have control over my life, over the genie who fuels my creativity and her minions…

One day, you’ll learn to sit with your torment — I promise — I’m here for the pain I’m here to enjoy it To dive into it To consume it until it seals the broken shards of my soul back together Those shards you left behind I’m tired of running — that’s a lie There is nowhere else to run It’s become boring The pain is…