BITS & PIECES

Just the everyday musings of a not so ordinary girl

A letter to NY...

Dear New York, It has been one year since I took that crazy leap of faith (again) and left everyone and everything I call home and...

Swings...

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved swings. I have memories running with giggles and glee into my local park and racing my...

Hugs from God

I don’t know about you but these days I am constantly teetering between feeling gratitude and feeling anxious. It’s like walking a...

Shiny Pretty Things...

On a typical New Years, I too would be sharing a gorgeous photo of the fireworks festivities paired with good wishes from whatever city I...

The Eighth Day

And just like that it is the eighth day. As I light this last set of candles I feel a combination of joy and dread all at the same time....

I am not a runner

“I am not a runner. I don’t run. I can’t run.” These are the words I have expressed time and again to friends, colleagues and family. ...

Masks.

You always get to hear the stories of struggle when it’s already happened. When we have arrived at the 'happily ever after' and we know...

Home.

This is for the people in my life who left their home and went to mine. To the relatives who I failed to show enough empathy to towards...

Dear Nicki Minaj...

Nicki Minaj, this I address to you. I just have a few questions for you. And please know I don’t come as an angry feminist just a curious...

In the aftermath

I woke up early today. It is a Monday and it’s unusual that I am awake at this hour. I went to bed late last night. That’s not unusual....

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