“I would help you bury a body” I’d always say to Lyla since we were just kids. I mean isn’t that the type of shit best friends said to each other all the time? “Oh yeah? where would we do it?” she’d ask with a playful, carefree air to it…

Husain, my husband, always tells me i think too much. and really? sometimes i think he doesn’t think enough. and between the two of us it hits me that he is the happier one, so maybe he’s on to something. ignorance is bliss right? but i cant help it. i…

i am a story teller. and like all storytellers i pay special attention to my words. to me, a story is simply music. i create a song by stringing together words that convey emotion. and storytelling is simply choreography. i let my tongue dance to the music of my words. …

to all the loves of my life… — … Once in a while though, like the other night, its almost like we are five years younger again, in our zone. The night is chilly, almost too cold. I hate the cold, but I don’t mind. We talk and talk and talk. Try to fit in months of lost…

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman… hot and understanding because Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they…

2020 has been a weird year. I wish I had a more sophisticated word to describe the year but I suppose using this common, casual word such as “weird” oddly seems adequate to describe what has to be the most uncommon year of our generation until now. Typically, this is…

I wrote the ride in summer of 2016. It was one of those days where you just pray for time to stand still for a moment because you and the universe are in perfect harmony. I have always struggled with time; there never being enough of it, there being too…

If I weren’t me who would I be? …a barista, maybe. a barista who smelled like milk and sugar and coffee at the end of the day. who thought of herself as a therapist that costs $1.50 an hour as opposed to $150. who studied the students. the tutors. the…

I have a devil and an angel, as everyone else does. They are constantly at war with each other, as everyone else’s are. I often wonder what my devil would look like… I imagine he looks like a baboon with a human face. He has red skin, except his nose…