Decades after learning to hand over my physical autonomy to others, I am coming back into my own body — In childhood photos of me, I recognize the kid, but don’t recognize myself. Either I am dissociating now, or was dissociating then. Or both. The child has an invisible frown plastered on her face, posing as no-nonsense-ness. On rare occasions, she smiles at the camera, but the smile is cautious…

Love fully and put the past behind. — If you’ve arrived here expecting a dying woman’s wise take on life, I’m not going to lead you on any further. I neither purport to be wise nor am I imminently dying. But if you’d like to partake in a thought experiment, indulge my dramatic opening a while longer. “We…

Life’s too short to flirt with people who don’t “get it.” — “I’m not really feeling the vibe. Maybe we should get to know each other a bit more before meeting up.” My first thought: “Oh my goodness I’m going to die alone I am unlikeable everyone hates me and my landlady won’t even let me have a cat.” My second thought: …

Poetry Sunday —

Six actions that helped me write faster — If you’re a freelance writer, your writing speed determines how much you pay yourself per hour. Your hourly earnings then impact your monthly income. Many of us get paid per word by our clients. Otherwise, it’s according to a formula based on the total word count. …

A poem —

A poem —

A coming-of-age poem — 30 is the lessons i’ve learned, the mistakes i’ve un-done, the clarity with which i see my life, it is the health i’ve lost and regained, the grieving for a self departed, it is knowing how to lose. 30 is day by day, it is gradual progress, non-linearity, the patience to let things come to…

A poem —