The Dinosaur in My Living Room

Dad carries the little desk and sets it down in the kitchen. As if it’s just an ordinary desk. It was built in 1720, predating the Industrial Revolution. Mom and Dad show me how to find the clues to unlock its secrets. See here, the nicks in the wood along the edges? Made by knife,…

When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Gen-Z Job Hunting

Yes, I am Generation Z, thank you very much. Born in 1996, I fall between Millennial destruction and Gen-Z technological savoir-faire. I mean, I say things like “savoir-faire.” So I’m not exactly easy to categorize.  But the evidence is against me; being born in 1996 puts me in Generation Z, if we’re ignoring the fact that…

How to Be A Writer: Don’t.

It’s rare that one of my inner monologues finds its way from my brainwaves to my fingertips to the computer keyboard, so let me be swift and painless lest the mood to get this down deserts me. I’ve seen a lot of posts (mostly on Pinterest, because I fulfill the basic white girl stereotype) about…

Teaser: The Nameless Novel

I have thought long and hard about how to start off our story and I’ve come to the conclusion that beginnings are stupid. Beginnings don’t promise an ending. When I ask people to choose between sunrises and sunsets, everyone chooses sunrises because they say sunsets signify an ending, and that endings are inherently sad. But…

I Am Not A World Traveller: An Essay in Parts

Part I: Italy I say I’m not a world traveler, because I’ve only ever been to Europe a few times. I hardly think Europe qualifies as the world. The next few blog posts are a compilation of some traveling stories I have up my sleeve after a few years of traveling to London, Paris and Milan….

I Am Not Young & Stupid: An Essay

I’ve recently been talking to my friends a lot about fun college stories that we’ve all heard. The crazy parties, antics and anecdotes of my older friends amuse me, but deep down, I know that life is not for me. I’m not a party person. I don’t like large groups. I don’t like the smell…

I Am A Writer: An Essay

I have never in my life written a novel. Oh, I’ve tried. I’ve just never finished one. At least, never finished anything that was good in any kind of literary standard. In the seventh grade, I thought school was too easy (this is not a lie), so I started writing a novel and finished three months…

I Am Not A Stereotype: An Essay

I’ve been writing stories since I was little, probably six or seven. My first story, I remember well, was 22 handwritten pages about mermaids.  Each mermaid bore the name of a girl in my elementary school, and we had a blast. It featured a turtle who doubled as a dancing DJ. But a few years…