Category: Reflections
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Dystopia: Delulu Is The Solulu
“Alexa, play rosie by Rosé.” I command the little blue orb in my bathroom as I step in to take the shower. I wash my hair letting the hot water hypnotize me as the music cascades in waves, dulling any thought I might have. I went to bed last night after binge-ing a comfort show.…
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Threads Of Destiny
I held a gourmet box of pastries as I walked behind my family to the front door of the home we were visiting. It was a lunch invite, a once a year thing we did. We hugged, caught up on the year that was, ate and, bid byes until the next year. I walked back…
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Reconnecting with Reality: My Path to Engagement
On Saturday, I decided on impulse to join a friend and meet with my fellow They See Blue PA members. The election is a raw gaping wound in all of us and I was wary of going there and feeling ripped and being in pain again. But, it helped. Sitting with others who felt more…
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Embracing Uncertainty in Writing and Life
The jeep bounces on bumpy roads and, I jiggle along, moving in sync with each bump and jump. I feel free, unfettered from all that has bound me thus far. It has been days since I called in to check on my little girls. It has been days since I caught up on the five…
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Nostalgia: Trapped In A Bottle
I am chatting with Amma on the phone, my hands moving out of force of habit. I pull the heavy bottomed sauté pan, turn the gas stove on, tap the rim every few seconds to test how hot the pan is. Even as I do this on auto pilot, my brain is thinking of the…
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Woman In Flux
Collected in The Smudged Hyphen (2026). At a recent gathering at a friend’s house, I sat at a table with two people I had not met before. As introductions go, I leaned into my corporate identity first. Over the course of the evening, references to astrology, interest in k-culture, reading and, writing came up. Politics…
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Summer 2024: Rediscovering Joy
Tomorrow, the new school year starts in my corner of the woods. With it, comes the predictable change in routines. Waking early, packing lunches, the morning mania and the eventual quiet that is cherished. This summer has been unusual in many ways. We started the end of school with a trip to the beach that…
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The Business of Self-Publishing: Beyond Writing and Editing
Amazon Accounts Payable reads the email notification at the top of my phone. I click on it too hurriedly only to realize I need to log in to check the details. An hour later, kitchen chores done, walk after dinner done, kids suitably engrossed in their phones and Amma downstairs in bed, I finally sit…
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Woman-ing In Menopause
Collected in The Smudged Hyphen (2026). I stand at the bottom of the flight of stairs, the task seeming unsurmountable. My heel screams in pain when I put my weight on it. I trudge upstairs, stopping in the middle to take stock of this life, this moment. I stare into the mirror moments later looking…