Nonfiction
Comparison is a Thief of Joy
I often ask myself when writing a piece, “Am I doing this well?” “Could this be better?” “Am I good enough?” Perfectionism weaves a ...Don’t Talk to Me That Way
A three-year-old boy lies sleeping in his hospital bed. Monitors are silent, white noise plays in the background, and lights are low. “You aren’t ...Turn In or Strike Out
Brother and sister are playing together at home. They both want one specific Lego piece, and sharing is not an option. The six-year-old gets ...Fueled by the Power of Connection
The reality of the human experience is often draining. Hopelessness expands like gas in a room without you realizing it. Despair is accessible and ...Ice Cream Splat
A family on a stroll stumbles upon a dessert shop. They all decide to grab one ice cream cone each. Dad chooses strawberry, mom ...Drowning Out the Noise
My eyes flickered as I tried to adjust to the pitch black. The room’s darkness challenged all my senses. I can’t see what’s in ...Mardi Gras King Cake
The crowded afternoon streets of New Orleans were lined with the familiar colors of purple, green, and gold since January 6, Twelfth Night. Any ...Build Up or Break Down
Imagine a nine-month-old experimenting with his legs for the first time. His knees are wobbly like a newborn fawn. Splat. He lands on his ...Please Don’t Hug Me
Physical touch has never been my love language. I have not been a hugger, kisser, or cuddler. This sentiment did not change even after ...Fire! Fire!
During my growing years, fire threats are a known risk to our Delhi neighborhood. The apartment is the entire third floor of a large, ...
