Clouds Aren’t Real
When I’m isolated like that—behind the wheel, foot on the gas pedal, going a little faster than I should be—my mind seems to clear, and in that vast emptiness new ideas begin to grow.
Howl's Moving Castle: The Burden of Having A Heart
Every year, Howl's Moving Castle plays in theaters. And every year since I have found that out, I make the trip to watch it because of how light it makes my heart.
Dear Diary
I noticed that my ability to process and communicate my emotions noticeably improved after only a few months of regularly journaling.
“Nobody’s Soldier”: A Reflection on Lyrics and Our World
You must urge your body to stay above the crashing water that will desperately try to swallow you, to silence you. Scream as if your life depends on it—because it does.
The Soul has Bandaged moments –
I remember the nightmares I would wake up from, frozen in place and shouting for my mom, years after she died.
Behind the Pen: My Journey Navigating the World of PR
Two years into earning my degree, I walked into the tattoo parlor with an idea: a sword where the tip is a felt pen.
Borders: Journeys Through the North and South
My grandmother’s entrance into the U.S. wasn’t as treacherous as it is for many other immigrants, but there’s a sense of sacrifice and hardship behind all border crossings.
The Unreliable Narration of Final Fantasy 7
I love seeking out stories that like to mislead the reader.
The Grief of Ghosts: Dealing with Invisible Illness as a College Student
It is a strange thing: mourning for someone who is still alive – mourning for yourself.
I am a Soft Animal: On Mary Oliver
For the first time in my life, it felt like I was being understood.

