Words
I didn’t plan to say but needed to.
Somewhere between ennui and spark, my raw, unfiltered bits are here.
I’m a nerdy girl with a pen—the type who always carries a black Pilot Precise V5, has read thousands of books, and still scribbles in the margins. Sometimes I’m just writing back to an author who’ll never read it.
Maybe one day, all these scribbles will grow into books of their own.
Letting You Go
So I light a candle and let it glow. For the love I gave and still won’t outgrow.
The Stories I Didn’t Take Pictures Of
We travel with cameras not just to capture beauty, but to make sense of it. But the stories that truly matter rarely make it into the frame.
Love: Spark and Ash
Love is the origin of every masterpiece and every tragedy. To love is to walk the edge of fire: beautiful, dangerous, and utterly alive.
Dating Zoo Survival Guide
This follow-up is in response to the viral post “Welcome to the Dating Zoo: 10 Creatures to Left-Swipe.”
The Architecture of Egg Freezing
This is a personal story about fertility, freedom, and the quiet power of not needing to know yet.
My Own Child
I am my own child. I feed her well. I let her sleep in. I’m raising a woman who is deeply herself, with or without a title.
I’m Possible: Falling Into Flight
I once believed flight belonged to others. Then I fell 18,000 feet through the sky and landed with a truth that changed me forever.
The Magic of Being Seen
A story about two fish—and a reminder that sometimes, all it takes is one kind eye to light the way through the storm.
The Confidence Myth
Confidence isn’t something you’re born with or magically wake up to one day. It’s something you build—slowly, with honesty, and a little grace.
The Voice Inside
Learn how to recognize and trust the quiet voice inside you, even when life feels messy or your mind is full of questions.
You Are the Reason
Her eyes met mine, no need to speak—
The way her light made me no longer seek.
The Good Woman Has to Die
Some of us spend years trying to be the “good woman”—quiet, selfless, endlessly accommodating. But goodness is never the goal. Wholeness is.
The Illusion of Infinite Wisdom
I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on—novels, shampoo bottles, even dictionaries. This is a reflection on how I learned to let thousands of books shape me without letting them define me.
White Space
White space isn’t empty. It’s a dare. Blank doesn’t mean broken. It means you get to write something new.
Drunk on Beauty
A floating bath—blue crisp water, white soft petals, orange slices like tiny suns.
I don’t just notice beauty. I savor it.
Hard Pills
The world doesn’t reward softness—it exploits it. These 12 hard pills aren’t meant to harden you, but to wake you up.
First Love
She danced like everything was beginning again. She is the river that still flows in me.