I don’t know that the word “escape” works in this case, but I’m going to go with it for the time being. If you know anything about my story, you’re familiar with my many…

I’m currently finishing up the last semester in school (I never thought I would say that sentence), and our cohort is in a class on the philosophy of ethics. In doing some research on…

I swear I saw you on the train today. It was your hand I noticed. Or what I thought was your hand. I’ve studied your fingernail beds, the perfect ridges, and the little skin…

Recently, I read this article in The Atlantic about the costs of attempting to “change” your personality. Filed under the Health section of this magazine, its title feels like that all too familiar rose-colored-glasses, find-yourself-in-the-self-help-section:…

To have or harbor insecurity is such an odd thing. It means you feel a lack of safety from someone or something; a nakedness only visible to yourself. When B and I first started…

It’s this overlooked reality where I can walk into a store without question. But her, with her darker, smoother skin can’t shop without feeling a thousand eyes watch her hands touch the silk on a…

Growing up, consistency was not something I was familiar with. On average, I moved every two years of my life. I attended five different elementary  schools, three different middle schools and two different high…

This is a post that I have really been looking forward to. I’m a sharer, perhaps even an “over-sharer” when it comes to aesthetically beautiful things and/or moments. This moment? Our honeymoon. If you…

Is there really a way to fully express what these past two weeks have meant to us? The answer, I believe, is no. We planned for seven months straight, all while a state away…