I’m From…

I am from suburbia where the PTAs are a little too involved where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus   I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti and…

Gone Girl Got Me Reading Again

The first thing I did when I arrived in New York City for fall break was sleep. The second thing I did was go to Barnes & Noble and buy Gone Girl. I haven’t read a book–a “real book” (namely, not a textbook)–since August, and I’d been meaning to read Gone Girl for months before the movie…

He Sat In His Desk Chair

He didn’t close his door. He sat in his desk chair. With those two simple things, I could relax. Together they screamed, “I realize I brought you to my bedroom on our first date, but I’m not trying to push any boundaries.” The night didn’t start off so promising. He had texted to say he’d…

Come Again Another Day

It rained yesterday.  Okay, I know, it’s not breaking news. But I’d forgotten what winter rain was like. When I lived in Portland, I never thought anything of the rain. I rarely checked the weather report, because let’s be real, it was going to rain almost daily from October to May. I donned my purple rain shell every…

The Irony

You might not be able to tell at first, but this photo is ironic. I was wandering around Harlem, camera in hand. I stopped, lifted my camera, and pressed the shutter. You’d think from looking at this picture that the women were meant to be my main subject, that I pressed the shutter to capture…