On American admissions
It’s like the popular girl. She’s only popular because we believe she is worthy of said popularity. If one day, people decide that Colgate is the best school in the world, then Colgate’s applications will go through the roof. It’s
Reset and renewal
With the only allowance I had, I perturbed my lips with slimed cigarettes covered in my cheap red lipstick and Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking and refused to believe the Russians trotted once where I now take overly
The women who made my a woman – Part IV
March 8th, 2021 Being grateful is the least difficult thing one can do. You list things, you acknowledge their hitherto presence and impact on your life, put down the pen, go back to status quo: ingratitude. Simplicity, Ignorance. The blissfulness of being unaware, Who
What I learned from starting an NGO in the middle of a pandemic
One of my 2021 resolutions should be along the lines of wishing to post more. Let me invoke my constant excuses and admit that I have been both busy and overwhelmed by everything that has been going on in the
From rags to riches, a cliché healing story
One glass of wine in. I think I am ready. It’s been some time. Hi everyone. I am writing this fairly late and it feels despicably weird on my behalf that I sort of abandoned my blog for some time. I may
Dear 15-year-old Julia,
I haven’t written something worthwhile in much too long and with everything I read on the news, it has come to my own attention that I need a break. Granted, I will refrain from using textbook terminology in saying this
Writing Museum Contest, 2020 edition
I want to encourage writers, young or old, to continue polishing and pushing their abilities during this time especially by offering the winner $200 as a reward.
I sincerely do not have a title, sorry
I am going to pinch myself if I fall asleep writing this because it sort-of, kind-of, needs! to be written before I fly off on Saturday and realize I am way too busy (again, sucker, referring to myself) to write
I deleted this. I now post it with an open heart and forgiveness.
I wish time was some sort of intrinsic, yet able mechanism I could control with the touch of a sole finger. Mine or yours, I do not think it would have made any difference. It is a mechanism, nonetheless, one