‘Senseless Worries’: A Story about Anxiety and the Power of Being Alone

  As a young woman I had all sorts of ambitions of where I would be at 30. Successful, surrounded by people I loved (including, perhaps, one special someone), and generally on an accelerated upward trajectory towards achieving all of my dreams. I was to be wildly successful, because, like all millennials, this was myContinue reading “‘Senseless Worries’: A Story about Anxiety and the Power of Being Alone”

Toxic Adaptability: Why I wrote ‘Spilling Over the Edges’

Almost every woman I know has had at least one relationship where she has willingly allowed herself to be treated poorly for months, or even years. This is not a judgement, rather an observation. Some are lucky enough to escape these relationships, others not so much. As girls growing up, I think many of usContinue reading “Toxic Adaptability: Why I wrote ‘Spilling Over the Edges’”

Changing the Narrative of My Own Story

  I got into a fascinating discussion on Twitter the other day, courtesy of Women’s Web, with Manreet Sodhi Someshwar, speaking about her book The Radiance of a Thousand Suns, which has now made its way onto my TBR. We were speaking about Margaret Atwood, and what made her characters so powerful (I’d been watchingContinue reading “Changing the Narrative of My Own Story”

Journey of my e-Book Debut (Reblogged)

Of course, I was an early reader and writer. No shit, Sherlock! Though my early attempts were rather laughable, they make for great anecdotes! Get this, at one point, I hand wrote a newspaper about the goings-on of my home and was selling it to my family for 25 paise a story. I think IContinue reading “Journey of my e-Book Debut (Reblogged)”

The Pieces of Who You Were

Words, it bears remembering Are simply acoustics, sounds And breath warmed by the body Mixed till sweet, sour, bitter or pungent They cannot break your skin, Choke air from lungs, pierce organs, Burst arteries or sever limbs Yet somehow they tear through Eardrums, towards skull, seeking  Deepest abscesses of minds Darkest corners of souls RootingContinue reading “The Pieces of Who You Were”

Ink

This is something I wrote six years ago while ago sitting in a coffee shop on 8th avenue. I posted it the last time I had a blog, about a million years ago. It’s kind of strange but it represents how I feel about the creative process. ————————————————————————————————– Procrastination. I write the word out slowlyContinue reading “Ink”