Being Berrak
What’s My Age Again?
I ask myself that question more often than I’d like to admit lately. Maybe it’s a thing that happens after you turn 30. It may have to do with no longer having life…
I am a bad friend.
I fell asleep during our text conversation and I meant to message you back the next morning. I was excited to catch up with you and hear all about the awesome traveling you’ve…
How the Women’s March on Washington Revealed My Uncomfortable Truths
My personal acceptance of everyone's equality as human beings despite their religion, race, sexuality, and gender doesn't make me immune to ignorance. The Women's March on Washington reminded me that I'm still more…
Confessions of a Journal Hoarder
In the world of writers, empty journals are considered to be especially offensive. In Seattle, one girl tries to break her bad habits. This is her story.
The Year of Gumption
Every year, I start a new photo album on Facebook. Every year, I try to come up with a title for that album beyond just the year. In 2015, it was the “Year…
Let’s talk about 2016
What do we do with things we don’t like? We put them in the cupboard. – Doctor Who There have been way too many moments throughout 2016 where I thought it needed to…
Self-Care Doesn’t Take a Holiday
December is such a weird month for me. It’s always been full of new beginnings and sometimes, terrifying endings. I know that the holidays bring out a lot of emotions for everyone, no…
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
My blogging journey began on AOL message boards in the late 90s. Then came a very angsty personal blog on Tripod or AngelFire or GeoCities (I can’t really remember), which was actually the…
Making Peace with Being Settled
Sometime last year, I seriously contemplated the idea of selling all of my possessions (except for my books, of course), and truly embracing the nomad life. The wanderlust was strong, and I was…
This Is 31
I turned into a drunk pumpkin at midnight on my birthday. It was, by far, the best birthday celebration of my life. My best friend of 16 years flew in from North Carolina.…