Category: Writing
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Retreat Away From Home
It has been a day since I got back from a week of solitude. I am firmly back in the grind, laundering clothes, cooking, cleaning, washing the kids’ hair, and meal planning. It hit me with force when I lay down for a nap in the late afternoon, how easy it is to slip right…
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Muted Grief
The pain hits after, minutes after I disconnect the call. Minutes after the artificial cheeriness dissipates into the empty space around me. The tears are yet to come. In that liminal space between a soft grief and heightened disappointment is a moment of intense clarity. What I am involved in is a passion project, one…
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Dreams: The Long Story
In a few days, “Why is my Hair Curly?” will officially be out in the world in paperback. In itself, this day will be no different from the day the Kindle or Audible versions were released. In the words of a wise friend, “the story is no longer yours, let it fly”. Last year, after…
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The Writing Journey
The messages from my publisher usually are short and to the point. My heart skips a beat each time I see her name pop up on my messages. In February of this year, I had plans. I renewed my passport. I was to apply for a visa. I had a mental map of the places…
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On Writing: Giving In To Impulse
All it took was a message from a writer friend to get me started on an essay. I started with a blank page. I had a vague idea about what I wanted to write. I did what I normally do, pick some random starting point and start my narrative there. The words flew, they jumped…
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Writing And The Imposter Syndrome
I love the sound of keys clacking on the keyboard, the external kind that yields a touch of resistance each time I press on the button. I look at the words form on the screen, words after words forming sentences, paragraphs, and stories. Sometimes, I am stuck. I type, backspace, type again, stall and eventually…
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Multiple Me(s)
I walk around the basement, its luxury vinyl tiles looking like grey slate, it feels smooth to my slippered feet. I walk until it becomes like breathing, natural and the state of being. A phone is glued to my ear. A new friend talks about embarking on her journey as a writer. I feel envious…
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Yale Writer’s Workshop
Early this year, I applied to the Yale Summer Session for Writers called the Yale Writer’s Workshop on a whim. I figured I’d decide how to manage to go there *if* I got in. Late March, I received word that I was accepted. I agonized over it for a week before caving and registering for…