Run Through Twenty Twenty-Two
Yesterday I happened across a meme stating that January 6 is the last day to say ‘Happy New Year’, and I took it as a sign that my 2022 wrap-up could work aroun...
a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Yesterday I happened across a meme stating that January 6 is the last day to say ‘Happy New Year’, and I took it as a sign that my 2022 wrap-up could work aroun...
It seems like just the other day that I was living amid cardboard boxes and tripping over rolls of packing tape. All in the efforts of trying to wrap our lives...
One of the scariest things about living miles away from home is that call or text to tell you that someone you loved won't be there the next time you make your visit home.
One of my fondest memories of going home is usually sitting down with old photo albums and spending hours poring over the faces.
Familiarity breeds comfort. I talk about this quite often because I don't only believe it, I live it.
I’m quite aware that I am probably one of the 12 people in the world who still use the Swarm (erstwhile Foursquare) app. But this morning it reminded me that it...
One of the first fun memories I have, after moving to the States was the July fourth trip that I took to Minneapolis. It began not very different from several m...
I can barely remember what I was feeling, this time last year. I recall a vague anxiety with a pinch of excitement. But that’s about it. But I know for sure tha...
Over eight months ago, I enrolled myself in school and moved to 'Murica. Much has happened in the United States since - more on that later - but one of the thin...