Day 7 of 30: I think I know better now. I think. — Just 6 posts into my writing experiment, doubt poke its head out of its hiding place and waved at me enthusiastically. “Are you sure you should do this? You’re really not much of a writer,” it said. I rolled my eyes. “Of course I know that, but no one was…

Day 6 of 30: You’re everything I’ve imagined and more — It was another perfect day. The colors have crept into the trees, and the air is deliciously cool and crisp. …

Day 5 of 30: Learning from the death of a hobby to save another — It all started with this quote: “Find a job you enjoy doing, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” — Mark Twain I totally bought into it. I wanted to craft a life I love, a life that’s genuine to me. …

Day 4 of 30: A page from my youth. — I’d forgotten her name, but I remember how much I disliked her the moment I saw her. She had just walked into the lecture theatre in her plain blouse and black pants. Shoulder-length hair, undyed, unstyled, framing a face untouched by any makeup. She’s so plain, I thought. Something about…

Day 3 of 30: Failure is not bad or permanent. My tofu was sticking to my pan again. Once again, I found myself scraping at the stainless steel pan, trying to free the soft square of soy so I can flip them. Bits of tofu broke off. No matter, they…

Day 2 of 30: Making peace with a choice I made — I attended a wedding today. We made an hour-long drive to the location, to a barn beside a pasture full of grazing cows. The day was bright and cool, with not a single spot of cloud in the sky. A perfect October day. It wasn’t lavish or loud. There weren’t…

Day 1 of 30 of my attempt to get out of a writing rut. — For half a year, I thought my writing days were over. Those days were easy. I didn’t have to slave over a blank page on WordPress agonizing over how to start a new post. My blog was neglected, and my Medium page inactive. Part of me was relieved. My brain…

My fling with the Meta Oculus Quest 2 became too serious for comfort. — I’m thirty-six years old. I’m too fucking old to start liking games. Or so I thought. When my husband told me he was interested in getting an Oculus Quest 2, I was concerned about him spending too much time in virtual reality. Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. …

The (stupid) things we do in the name of love. — We met on Facebook at the beginning of 2015. He sent me a message after reading my posts and comments in a Facebook group we were in. He said he’d like to add me as a friend on Facebook, was that okay? …