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 […]