The plant on my window sill is sprouting new leaves. I am a mother for a small moment, gawking, fussing and rushing to show the household. I peel off the protective layer that has kept the delicate leaves safe from failing. I’m aware of the chlorophyllic processes of plants, which is why I keep him […]

In early March of 2020, I was a full-time student at Virginia Tech. Like any average college attendee, I constantly struggled to find a balance between academics and social life. Accompanying this, I was embarking on a difficult period in my life; relationships were falling apart and my seasonal depression was at its yearly peak. […]

Here is a fact I generally try to keep secret: I am 30 years old, and I’m living with my parents. As much as I’d like to smudge the narrative, save my pride, and say I’m here because of the pandemic, I’m not. I left Brooklyn in September, because after nine years in the city […]

Cellulite is a bitch. Little dimples, staring back at me in the mirror with a look as if to say “Oh, sorry you don’t want us to hang around here?”. I remember it’s something that crossed my mind whilst having sex with one of my first boyfriends. Wondering if he too was speaking to the […]

A love letter to running and to Maggie Rogers. On a particularly bleak day at the end of March, having been furloughed and in the grip of pandemic panic, I very dramatically did not get out of bed for an entire day or open the curtains, in the manner of an Edwardian society lady with […]

On Tuesday, on my daily government-allowed walk, I went around the park instead of towards the canal and turned a couple of wrong turns. I walked some more and stopped right in front of a church that I’d never noticed around the neighborhood before. Partly hidden by foliage, mostly drenched in the atypical April sunshine […]

Isolations is life’s condition. A void in time you can fill with self-reflection. I can’t imagine anyone better trained at that than a woman. Isolation is silence. We’ve used all words; we are limited in our actions. Stay at home. Who knows silence better than a woman? Isolation is being invincible yet weak. A woman’s […]

I glide my spoon over the pale pink strawberry ice-cream. It’s smooth and not-too-sweet and delicately indulgent. It tastes like summer. I’m drinking fresh mint tea, in a shade of pale green. Tonight, I am dining in perfect pastels, wearing my black dress, my gold hoops gleaming in the soft lighting. I am alone, sitting […]