Growing Older Is Actually Wonderful. Here’s Why…

A few days ago I turned 33. I feel like the natural inclination when it comes to acknowledging birthdays as an adult is to recoil in horror. "Oh my god I'm so oooold" Or "Please, I don't even want to think about it" Why? Why are we like this? Life Is So Damn Precious Last…

I Will Never Get Over The Fact That My Grandmother Died Before My Daughter Was Born

I didn’t want to write about this for a long while because I simply wasn’t ready to. I still don’t think I’m ready to write about it. I still think I am struggling to process a lot of grief and anger. But I think there’s an element about my grandmother’s passing that I’m ready to…