Life

If I could speak to the Moon, I think my tongue would be a wave. Upon her gentle touch, my fingertips would scatter into stars, and in her white glow, we'd smile.

About moving in with love.

I have been 24 years old for exactly a week now.

Seasons don't fear the Reaper.

A Bahamas Tale

In our parents, we see our past, present and future.

À mes chers amis, qui ont façonné dans mon coeur un chez-moi pour toujours.

To smooth over the bubbling chaos of ended love is a desperate attempt to unite the pieces of ourselves lost.

2025: Year of the snake. Snakes shed their skin to create more room for growth. It’s an intensely physical process that connects the body to a spiritual desire for a new path forward.

The final piece in the three-part series about my year as an exchange student in Sapporo, Japan

This is a three-part series about my year as an exchange student in Sapporo, Japan. Japan greets me with kind, alien arms. Tokyo is eerily silent, then overwhelmingly full of buzzing sounds. Each street vacillates between the deafness of being plunged underwater, then breaking the surface to a crash of blinding lights. I only pass through, intrigued and intimidated by this new world. When I confess to restaurant owners that I’ll be studying in Hokkaido, they all gush in awe,

I believe I am devoted to my best friends deeper than I am to lovers.