It goes much deeper than Youtube yoga & baking bread — It’s 9 am on a Tuesday morning, our windows are all open and the morning light is flooding in. There’s a slight breeze coming through, our puppy’s nose high in the air, our cats deep with curiosity on the window’s ledge. …

How the Lost Souls of LA Make it the Best City in the World — Los Angeles: the city of dreams, palm trees, and world-famous traffic. Also home to tiny dogs in purses, smog, endless oat milk ads, “athleisure” culture, and some of the best food you’ll find in the world (My Thai restaurant in Koreatown I mean come on). Some stereotypes are true, the…

I felt victim to my “endless to-do list” — I’ve always been notorious for filling space. I’m like a cat. I fluidly find a way to squeeze through, curl up, and envelop myself in any empty gap I see. What do I mean? I can’t not be busy. I can’t not fill my schedule until it pours over and…

Hint: It Doesn’t Exist — Finding time to write these days is hard. I, like so many of us, have been home 24/7 since March of this year. The days stretch out ahead of us, 24 empty hours to fill every day. It’s such a gift. …

I am a half South Indian/half Scottish, American-born woman. My whole life has been a cultural conundrum, both in how I see life and how others see me. I grew up in California with the Indian side of my family, saturated in Indian customs and culture. I also got to…

Everything is Going to Be Okay. — I know this is the scariest, most enraging, precarious time in the world that you and your generation have ever experienced. You have a devastatingly inept government. Your leaders have led your nation into disaster. 210,000 in the US have died from Covid. Black people are still getting brutally killed…

Or Maybe on Etsy. Here is My Journey. — My ideas around art used to be big and abstract. I grew up looking at gorgeous impressionistic art that my mom shared with me- Monet, Van Gogh, the greats. I was always so intrigued by the fact that it all looked so blurry and discombobulating when you looked at it…

A Story About My Family — I wake up to a weight on my chest and 4 yellow-green eyes looking up at me. My cats, Duny and Tufty, are sprawled out all over me, overjoyed I’m finally awake. It’s a Sunday morning, and Sunday mornings don’t have alarms. They luxuriously stretch out over me, I’m defenseless…

What happens when I write & publish every single day? — It’s been an interesting few days. I fell back in love with writing three weeks ago, when I opened up Medium again and published my first story in years. Friends and family raved, moms of childhood friends gave me glowing Facebook reviews. …