Hi! I’m here. I promise I’m here- actually, I am more here than I have been in a while. I took a break from a lot of things in the last month of summer. I stopped blogging, checking my emails (I’m so sorry), fixating on social media (didn’t abstain from it, but tried my best […]
“My smile feels big again; my eyes are tired but in a good way.”
“There are afternoons where I want to feel like mustard yellow, and evenings when I want to feel lavender.”
On being “not okay.”
An update and some realness/vulnerability to start your week off right.
“It’s an exploration of what it is like to be young.”
(Not basketball, not even close.)
20:00 August 28th – It’s a Friday night and this is my stream of consciousness.
I wrote a final piece for my Creative Nonfiction Writing class here at Stanford. After reading part of it to my professor and my classmates, I realized that I wanted to share with you an excerpt from the 9-page behemoth it eventually became. I believe it has something significant to say.