Dreams: Northbound Magazine
“There comes a time when the universe opens itself for just a few…
Writing life
Bitter gourd
The morning sun seared my skin as I stood next to an ATM machine….
How Travel Changed My Life Forever
I have had many lives. I have served and bussed tables at a…
On Blogging: Done. Almost.
There are things to say and many stories to write, but a lot…
Of Whorls , Notes, and Us Weirdos
Here’s a (not-so-shocking) confession: I was a tad unhappy for a time in…
Turning 5 (And A Bloggersary Giveaway)
They say the seven-year itch doesn’t really start on the seventh year. Most…
Narra (A 100-Word Fiction Story)
Near blind and breathless, my father intently watched tangerine play against violets in…
A Place of Love: Being 31
There’s a pins and needles feeling sitting on the nimble nails of my…
Weight of Words
Much of my recent life, I have walked two paths: that as a…
Have Blog, Will Go: Blogapalooza 2014
Blogapalooza. Some do it to mingle with fellow bloggers, some to meet brands…
Words, Pulseless
From where I sit, the women in the neighborhood chuckle afloat swigs of…
What You Oughta Know About Work-at-Home Moms
Seven things or the because-I’m-so-tired-of-hearing-the-same-crap note: 1. I challenge you to accomplish the…
No One Believes Writers/ Online Workers Can Be Busy
After spending nearly four days incapacitated with constant headaches, listlessness and high-grade fevers…
Blogging Four Years…and Why I’ll Continue To Do So
People close to me could attest how I’m not so big on birthdays….
When you hit zero, just write.
I am tired. Bone-tired. Let me elaborate. In the middle of chit-chat last…
Quickie
Before your neurons start flipping out on you and conjure up tryst-stained thoughts,…