A Poem on Brain Fog: The Elusive Clarity of a Foggy Mind
Air as thick as molasses. Visibility is at just 2 feet ahead. It’s cold, hazy and the path is unclear. […]
Air as thick as molasses. Visibility is at just 2 feet ahead. It’s cold, hazy and the path is unclear. […]
Picture this. You’re having the night of your life – there’s good food, an amazing circle of friends, the night
Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch, Hearing. Each morning I try to start my day with engaging each sense and channeling gratitude.
I don’t binge-watch shows often, but this last Winter I binge-watched all 6 seasons of The Crown. And with any
One evening a couple of weeks ago, around 9pm, my husband and I decided to go for a walk. Our
Thinking back to 20 years old me: wide- eyed and oozing with excitement. The unknowns, the infinite possibilities. My list
A fish won’t swim on land. An apple won’t grow off of a cactus. Things don’t thrive unless they’re in
Inside my mind is a place I am all too familiar with. As a kid, my imagination created my reality.
I’m going to take you back to a midsummer night in Oslo, Norway. It was the middle of June, my
When your dream is so vivid – when it’s all you can think about, or dream about, or see, taste, hear – how can you possibly not pursue it with everything you have inside? The regret of not trying weighs so much heavier than any sort of small judgment, criticism, or even failure along the way.