It’s one more year past and one more year of experience.
Aurora lights up the planet like fairies dancing in space as Flight Engineer Aki maneuvers a small spacecraft through the earth-like atmosphere—smoothly and deftly slipping between the sea of rock debris forming the planet’s rings.
Since I left college, my summer has never been without a job. I’ve worked immediately after college with a short 2 week vacation. The best ever vacation. One which I will always remember.
Dawn. It arrives bringing with it the splendor of light crashing against the rings of the planets like jewels tossed onto a sleepy blue blanket, shimmering and crackling, playing an ageless song unheard by the naked ears.
Do dream. Don’t stop. Keep going.
The sun, the moon, the stars—I love instinctively. Food, water, shelter, I love boundlessly. My family, friends, and my dog, I love unconditionally.
Having recently returned from Italy, I had such an eat-ploration that it would be remiss if I didn’t share some new recipe I garnered from the local Bogliascans.
If we were not human, would we know what taste, smell, sound, and sight? And if we lost touch and only retained conscious, are we still human? Or just a mind without experience?
Home is where the heart is so the saying goes.
Summer officially starts for me when Harvest Astoria begins and a fresh batch of veggies comes pouring in! Well, technically, I have to go pick it up but it’s so great to actually have fresh veggies.
It was an overcast day, the ground still wet from a misting rain that persisted throughout the day. Did it rain while the hooding ceremony proceeded inside the chapel? It was the day my mother finally saw her first child graduate from college—the first in a family of farmers.
Before I turn 34, I promise to consider starting a family. Before I turn 35, I shall have visited Cambodia. Before I turn 36, I will publish a novel, even if it’s for free on Kindle. Before I turn 37, I promise to appreciate myself and have better self confidence. Before I turn 38, I…
There are a few things that keep me alive such as a roof over my head, drinkable water, and yummy food. But it’s what I live for that keeps me alive—from going off the edge or living a dull life.
Would you dare to scuba dive in a coral reef if you don’t know how to swim? Or would that make you want to learn to swim?
Imagine trekking through snow-laden forest chasing the aurora borealis to the edge to the sky. Imagine cool nights with stars lit up and the Milky Way wrapping an arm around the midnight sky. Imagine all the southern constellations you haven’t seen. Imagine writing and drawing your dreams to life and earning a living by doing…
Do you remember your first memory? Was it the dusty huts of Khao I Dang refugee camp or the steel building of the US? Or was it the dingy halfway home the government gave as temporary asylum?
As winter finally sheds its fickle grip over New York, we finally made our first exploration trip outside of the city that didn’t involve running. Getting out of the city doesn’t require a car or hundreds of dollars for the tolls. It just needs making it to the MetroNorth on time, which runs every hour…
I have had this topic joy for several months and have never been able to tackle it until now. My main concern with the word joy is whether or not it is a product of the first world? I think yes and no. Joy from watching the latest HBO show or getting the newest iPhone…
I look at my phone and the time makes me anxious. One hour. Now, it is 59 minutes left. There never seems to be enough time for oneself during the day. 59 minutes of juicy chicken tenders. Oily french fries, maybe a burger that’s dripping with sauce and pickle and mustard and maybe onion and…
One dinner last week, someone asked me when I wake up/sleep and I answered 6AM/1030PM to which she respond, that is so early! To be honest, on my own, I would stay up way too late and would have to drag myself to get to work on time. I know I’m definitely not a morning…