A Love Letter to the Tiny Duck I Found on My Desk
A small, blue, plastic duck graces my desk this morning.
A love letter to morning commutes.
The sun is bright, but hasn’t fully burned away the midnight dew. Birds stir and coffee brews.
I’ve Been Thinkin’ Way Too Much
Confession: I am an overthinker.
I used to think this was my superpower.
Slow Writing
Do I even like writing? Doesn't it kind of suck to sit at your desk all the time? I just want to frolic through a meadow and make fancy baked goods for my picnics au plein air.
In Defense of Not Having a Best Friend
*cue Cady from Mean Girls voice over*: In girl world, not having a best friend is a totally unforgivable, life-ending sin.
I Am No Island
I am holding on by a thread.
Not to worry, this is no cause for alarm! The thread is robust and strong. I know that it won't fail me.
I’m Afraid the Earth Will Die Before I Get a 401K
Confession: Climate anxiety regularly infiltrates my job search process.
Why Can't We Be Friends?
For those of you who know me in real life, you are undoubtedly aware that my family has recently moved away from New York. I grew up in the city…
This Is Me Trying
Call it what you want: Immigrant Guilt, Gifted Kid Syndrome, the Crushing Disillusionment of Adulthood...
Instability
… The following years of my life were spent living out of suitcases, borrowing spare bedrooms, meeting with professors on Zoom, applying to jobs from someone's living room couch, and laughing in derision when someone asked me to describe my 5-year-plan.
The Heartbreak of Ageism
"What grade are you in?" asks the well-intentioned estate agent for the house I'm touring with my parents.
Thoughts on Emotional Growth
Sometimes I fear that living with my parents as an adult will permanently stunt my emotional maturity.