Remembering Anthony Bourdain
For some inexplicable reason, I feel an intense kinship with Bourdain. I suppose Bourdain feels like my own cautionary tale.
Snuggle Up and Keep Your Eyes Closed
Imagine you’re in bed in freshly washed sheets. You could be wrapped up, breathing slowly, content.
Things That Saved Me This Month
When I feel myself spiralling, I try to notice the small things around me, and pay close attention to them; the exact shade of blue in the sky, the feel of the chair beneath me, the motion of the traffic passing by.
On Love in a Foreign Land
I didn’t come here for love, so if I choose to stay here, it has to be for more than love itself.
In Defense of Single Women
The spinster is simply an older version of a bachelorette, an unmarried woman past a certain age who should no longer hold out hope for romance
Growing Up Poor
‘Poor’—the word carries a certain weight, a certain grit, a certain grime, a certain image.
