This is the cold reality of letting go
Published in Thought Catalog | June 29, 2017
Do you realize how many times I’ve tried to let you go? To untangle my exhausted, sweaty heart from your sheets? I’ve tried to pull myself away but each time I return, unable to resist this decadence.
Ten things you should know before moving to Asia
Published in Laowaicareer.com | February 22, 2017
There are many great reasons to live and work in Asia. If you’re a teacher, finding a job with an agency or an international school can be an easy and practical way to fling yourself into the Far East for a little while. ESL teaching gigs abound in this part of the world, ranging from a four-month to a three-year commitment….
When it’s all over
Published in Thought Catalog | April 11, 2016
I met you one year ago and everything changed. My life hasn’t been the same since you. I lost something. You walked in every so strategically and undid things I didn’t know could be undone….
What I’ve learned about love through travel
Published in Thought Catalog | Feb. 16, 2016
I cry in churches and mosques and stupas and I might cry in a synagogue when I eventually visit one. I think it has to do with this crazy big thing called love. I feel it in these places, it surrounds and enfolds me the minute I enter Catholic cathedrals in Spain and Buddhist temples in Asia, though I practice no religion. Shouldn’t all love come this easily if all it takes is merely crossing a threshold?…
Learning to be alone
Published in Thought Catalog | Dec. 21, 2015
You know that feeling you get when you sense something big and wonderful in the making? And you don’t know what it is other than it’s just really good? It’s like blind anticipation. And then epiphany gently taps your shoulder and says “I’m already here, I have been the whole time”…..
My acquaintance with grief
Published in Elephant Journal | Nov. 19, 2015
Like a photograph, the day I decided to leave my husband is etched permanently in my mind.We stood on some nondescript path in Spain and hugged each other goodbye. I held him like I could somehow contain all our 12 years together and lock that time away as though it was some tangible, consumable object….