From the minute we read our first fairy tale, or perhaps even earlier, we are spoon-fed all of these images and snapshots of what defines real “love.” It is packaged and sold as grandiosity. Moments and highs of romance, big gestures, fancy occasions like weddings and Valentines, or maybe even a peaking trend, like this whole deal lately with self-love.Read More
“So there’s attention, creation, love and dessert.” -Anne Lamott
Do you ever catch yourself getting tunnel vision? That palpable sense that everything is getting smaller and tighter around you? It may sound a bit dramatic, but lately I feel this happening with all of the things I am juggling every day. Classes, rehearsals, writing weekly, travel plans coming up and then of course the daily little details of meetings, meals, responding to emails and keeping the house fairly tidy. They pile up until they are all you can see and think about and they completely block the view of the bigger picture. I think it is normal that our focus hones in and out in cycles, but I know that when I find myself honing in a little bit too much, it’s time to readjust.Read More
“There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.” -Vincent Van Gogh. Three years ago, I had just moved to Morocco and started blogging again in this little place I called Half Full Travel. 21 year old me wrote the following statement for my annual Valentine’s recipe and tribute: “Here's the deal. I'm pretty young. And as much as some of these women here in Tangier would love to marry me off to a nice Moroccan man asap, I'm really in no rush to fall for any one person. The way I see it, you don't go searching for those kind of things. They usually catch you off guard.”Read More
Anyone who knows me well is probably aware of the fact that I am a huge self-proclaimed nerd for Jane Austen and basically any turn-of-the-century female fiction. A couple months ago, I discovered a rather dusty copy of Northanger Abbey among the back shelves of the secret library in Tangier (a story for another time) and was intrigued by its promise of classic Austen satire, romance, and ghost stories all rolled into one. It turns out that this was her first full, completed novel, written about a young woman who reads too many gothics and finds herself facing problems with her overly active imagination- rather relatable to my own self as a pre-teen.Read More
Yesterday I felt an unwelcome emotion that I have not felt in ages, if ever.
Excited optimism turned to grim uncertainty to sudden dark hopelessness in the span of one long sleepless night. It did not feel like a pain that was even within myself, but something more collective.Read More
There are few emotions about places for which adequate single words exist: we have to make awkward piles of words to convey what we felt when watching light fade on an early autumn evening or when encountering a pool of perfectly still water in a clearing.Read More