At the end of the day, maybe your passion could simply be creating a life that feels agreeable to you, and that doesn't have to take place in your career.
The afternoon sun streams in through the eyelet cotton curtains, coating the room in a warm amber glow. A collage of clothing items lies on the pink and green patchwork comforter: A few stray scarves, two woolen army hats, a small children’s shirt embroidered with multicolored cross-stitching. These are items my grandma would take out to show me while we wait for her friends to arrive for a game of Mahjong.
I do love Christmas, but I am happy to hold off on singing, “Santa Baby” for a bit longer in order to have some Thanksgiving fun. Because Thanksgiving is so much fun! You get to make people go around the table and thank you for a bunch of things! What other day can you do that?
I’m an inquisitive person: I like to look into other people’s lives and gain a fresh perspective on how I perceive them based on their experiences. I found myself always judging what my family members posted on social media without having any context to their actions.
As I scroll down my phone every night, a question invariably plagues my mind. Am I a decent human being? Why am I so different from others? If you too grapple with these questions and bear the weight of sadness, sensitivity and self-doubt, then this story is for you.
Their black sunglasses couldn’t hide Coco and Clair Clair’s excitement as they were smiling from ear to ear when they played at The Sinclair in Cambridge last night.
