Here we are again, at the beginning of a new year. With it comes the familiar ritual: resolutions, intentions, lists of things you promise yourself this is the year you’ll finally start doing…
Category: Personal stories
Be kind to the no no girl
I’ve been thinking about resistance a lot lately. Not the dramatic kind. The quiet, everyday kind. It’s been more noticeable in me and everywhere around me. Someone once called me…
The Bermuda Triangle
My brother told me the other day that my house is like the Bermuda Triangle. From the outside, everything looks perfectly fine. Put together. Orderly, even. But the moment I need something specific…
Alone or not alone is not the question
Someone sent me a novel this week, and last night, after I finally got the chance to read it, a question came to mind. It’s a question that many of us wrestle with more than we admit…
All the things I’m grateful for
It’s the last day of Thanksgiving week, and I’m sitting here feeling grateful for the time off giving me permission to reflect. Thanksgiving looks different for each of us. Some spend it surrounded by family…
The hidden cost of “Silos”: How we box ourselves in—at work and in life
We talk about silos as if they’re just an organizational problem: departments that don’t talk to each other, teams that guard information, leaders who build empires instead of bridges. But the truth is…
Burning down the perpetual late-blooming phoenix archetype
Some of us don’t bloom early. Some of us don’t bloom loudly. Some of us bloom slowly, in our own time—maybe like the late-blooming phoenix archetype. Have you heard of it?…
What are the odds
This is a post about travel in time — past and future. As I just returned from a long road trip, a long-awaited and well-deserved vacation meant to be a pause from life’s usual rhythm…
Where six lanes become one
I didn’t have much of a plan that morning — just a destination and a full tank of gas. After all, the best trips are the ones we don’t overthink. No big plans, no expectations…
To write or not to write
After a sunny day at the beach, an hour-long walk on the boardwalk, and a night stroll down Lincoln Road in Miami Beach visiting art galleries, I didn’t quite feel like writing. Maybe that’s…