Around 4pm on Monday, I realized that I haven’t written the Fiction Monday response for last week. Nor was I ready with this week’s prompt post to publish. Usually I would’ve already written, or even published, the response post by Monday morning and start working on the prompt post by afternoon. … More Being Gentler With Myself
This happened last month.
I was reading a blog post and typed whatever I wanted to say into the comment box and hit publish. Then I freaked out for a moment when I realized that I hadn’t proofread it, … More Learning To Trust My Writing Again
This Monday, I published the 314th edition of Fiction Monday. Keeping the series going has not always been easy.
Through Fiction Monday, I’ve had the opportunity to connect with many different bloggers and discover their wonderful blogs. … More Showing Up Didn’t Mean I Was Motivated
Sometimes, when I stumble over answering a simple question, I know it is time to pause and reflect. This was one such question. … More The Steadiness of Returning
Books.
The ones that have been keeping me company these past few months.
And that includes the ones I couldn’t finish for various reasons, too. Even the ones I stopped reading halfway through because they were not quite what I had hoped. … More A Quiet Kind of Nourishment
It may sound silly, questionable even—when everyone talks about such fabulous habits—but one habit I’ve faithfully guarded over the years is drinking my morning tea in peace. … More My Faithful Cup of Tea
This happened many years ago. My elder one was around two at the time.
One day, I noticed the silence surrounding me. Silence was always welcome—it had become a rare commodity since the birth of my son. … More Without Realizing It
Today is Achan’s (my dad’s) 15th death anniversary.
Sometimes it feels like it’s been forever since he’s gone. Sometimes it feels like he passed away just yesterday.
… More Remembering My Dad
It is arguable what one would call ‘normal,’ because normal is always subjective. Yet, we strive for it without realizing the complications or the boundaries we’re expected to uphold in order to preserve the illusion. … More Normal
Something is always left undone on my to-do list.
Always.
Day after day. Night after night. … More My To-do List Comes Preloaded
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