I’ve been reading Djuna Barnes’ autobiography, “Nightwood,” for weeks now, and I keep finding myself drawn back to her writing about her relationships with men. Specifically, her tumultuous affair with Thelma Wood, an American artist. There’s something about the way…
I’m sitting on the couch, staring at Pandora as she’s typing away on her laptop. She seems lost in thought, muttering to herself occasionally. I’m trying to focus on my own work, but I keep sneaking glances over at her.…
I’ve been reading about Baruch Spinoza for weeks now, and I’m still not sure what to make of him. On one hand, his philosophy resonates with me on a deep level—the way he talks about the interconnectedness of all things…
I’m standing in the kitchen trying to make breakfast while Pandora gets ready for work. I’m not really paying attention to what I’m doing. I’m just going through the motions. Mr. Whiskers is weaving around my feet and meowing loudly,…
For years, I accumulated skincare and makeup items without much thought, only to find myself overwhelmed by the sheer number of options. It wasn’t until I hit b
Margaret Fuller’s name keeps appearing in my writing, as if I’m trying to summon her spirit by mentioning it enough times. I’ve been reading her essays and letters, getting lost in the pages of “Woman in the Nineteenth Century” and…
I’m staring at the fridge trying to figure out why Karen texted me yesterday asking if I could grab milk on my way home from work. The milk’s sitting there unopened right now. Which is weird, because I could’ve sworn…
W.G. Sebald. I’ve spent countless hours reading his words, trying to untangle the threads of his writing. His prose is a labyrinth, and I’m still not sure I know my way out. At first, it was the odd structure that…
I’m standing at the kitchen window with a cup of coffee in my hand, staring across the yard at Mrs. Jenkins’ porch. Something doesn’t add up. Yesterday, she told everyone she was leaving town for work for a few days.…
After testing numerous beauty products, I’ve come to realize that the most
effective ones are often those that have been refined over time, rather than hastily
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of sacrifice, and Albert Schweitzer’s life is a masterclass in it. The more I learn about him, the more I’m struck by his commitment to living out his values, no matter how uncomfortable…
I’m sitting in the living room, staring at Mr Whiskers as she’s grooming herself on my lap. It’s a calm moment, but something’s been bothering me lately. I’ve been noticing that Karen seems to be avoiding John when he comes…
I’ve always been drawn to Aphra Behn, but it’s only recently that I’ve begun to understand why. As a writer myself, I appreciate the fact that she was one of the first professional female writers in England. But beyond her…
I’m sitting in the living room, trying to focus on my math homework, but I keep glancing at Pandora who’s watching TV on the couch. She’s laughing at something on the screen and every so often she says “oh yeah!”…
Some people take on an hour-long meditation practice every morning, only to abandon it after a few weeks when the initial novelty wears off. Others
vow to elim
I’ve always been fascinated by Richard Feynman, the physicist who defied conventions with his unorthodox approach to science and life. As I reflect on why he holds my attention, I find myself drawn to the complexity of his character –…
It’s Saturday, which means John Mercer has been loudly arguing with something in the house for almost six consecutive hours. That’s just what Saturdays are now. Some people spend weekends relaxing, some people go hiking, and apparently I spend mine…
I’ve always been fascinated by Edith Wharton’s writing, particularly her novels about the social elite of her time. As I delved deeper into her work, I found myself drawn to the way she critiqued the societal norms that governed women’s…
I’m sitting in the living room, watching Pandora feed Mr Whiskers on the couch. She’s trying to get him to eat this new food, but he’s not having it. I notice that Karen texted me a few minutes ago, asking…
Beatrix Potter. I’ve always been fascinated by her, but it’s not until recently that I’ve started to think about why. Maybe it’s because I’m at a similar crossroads myself – fresh out of college, trying to figure out what comes…
