Tag: identity

The Barbie Problem

Sometimes I wish you could see my pain. Not in a dramatic Victorian-novel way. I am not fainting on a chaise lounge with a lace handkerchief. No violins are playing. Just see it. But you can’t. Because apparently I am a Barbie doll. Not the original one from […]

Building the Room I Finally Deserve

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like? Lately, I’ve been watching architectural shows the way some people watch cooking competitions. Wide-eyed. Slightly dramatic. Fully aware that I do not, in fact, have Michelin-star money or, in my case, Oshatz or Aires […]

Why do I have to ask?

I’m the type of person who finds many things obvious and has high expectations of others that they too will see the obvious. Apparently, I don’t tolerate fools very well. So be it. What really gets to me is when I am forced to ask about whats going […]

I am because of them

The warriors The nurturers The tough love group The haters The envious The believers The skeptics The warm smilers The angry mob The tone deaf The amplifiers The hand holders The shoulder givers The ones with faith I am because of them