Are you talking to me?

Every now and then a stranger tells me I’m pretty. Once it was the woman selling apples at the farmers market. Usually its a homeless person I pass on the street. Sometimes it’s a person I make small talk with on my way somewhere. But even though I may say Thank You, I never accepted the words for myself. Usually …

Embrace it

Mihai once told me that in high school after a break up, he rode his bike by his ex’s house every day until he felt nothing. Every day he faced all those emotions a breakup can create – anger, fear, resentment, regret, etc. Every day he felt them until they were done and gone. Then I knew that’s what I had to …

Positive Thoughts

Comparing yourself. For years and years and years I compared myself. My parents compared me to others. Others compared me to themselves. When you’re young all you do is compare. Always there was mental dialogue saying, “I’m not as hot. My eyes are too small. I have a roll of fat. I’m not smart enough.” Until I relized that these thoughts …

Conversations on Marriage

This week I had jury duty. I got selected to be on this case and we’ve been at it for a few days so I took the time to get to know some of my fellow jurors. One is an older Philipino woman named Daisy May, who was recently widowed and would have been married for 45 years. She still spoke …

Before I die I want…

While exploring DTLA we made a trip to the Last Book Store and immediately I felt at home in the sea of books. I don’t give books enough credit for shaping my life. But that is another topic. On my way out I wandered by a book about the Before I die project. A woman named Candy Chang started putting …

Talk your way into Love

First read this.  Form some opinions. Then come back. I love this idea that in two hours you could talk your way into love. And I love that they bring to light the idea that intimacy comes from knowing each other. Knowing what the other person thinks and feels and why. You can skim the surface of a relationship for …

You Always Meet Twice in a Lifetime

I used to be so very sentimental. Full of feeling and empathy and happiness for my friends and life. High school was probably the happiest time of my life. A place where I shared ideals and understandings about life and love. One day I was sad about saying goodbye to someone…now I forget who, but another friend of mine, David, …

Uber Heavy

The other day I grabbed an Uber from LAX. The driver was a middle aged man from Jordan who had moved to the US to get away and make a living. Our conversation went something like this… “How has your day been?” I asked. “Very good! Everyday is a good day. I have no stress because I have patience.” “Oh …