The dim, yellowish light of the funeral home illuminated the mourners puttering around in their dark suits and dresses, exchanging quiet words of comfort and grief. The little girl did not like it here. But her parents ushered her in, trying to soothe her as she resisted entering the room.
The gentle rumble of forward movement and the kind warmth of dappled sunlight on my face rouses me from a deep sleep. Riding in cars had always made sleepy as a kid, a habit I seemed not to have kicked in adulthood. A few minutes pass as my head clears the clouds of dreaming, and finally my eyes flutter open.
To Current or Aspiring Graduate Students
One of the most mentally difficult periods of my life is being made worse by feeling like a huge cliché. We have all heard the memes of a “quarter-life crisis”, the slightly less famous cousin of the universally acknowledged mid-life crisis. And yet here I am, in my late twenties, mentally paralyzed by the single thought: “Am I really doing what I want in life?”
The Scientist's Dilemma
Spilling my coffee on a first date, dramatically slipping on ice after stepping off a city bus, and unwittingly yelling at my boyfriend to “MAKE ME SOME SOUP!” whilst he was unmuted on a Zoom work meeting - these and many more embarrassing things, I have done. And each were mortifying in their own way. And yet the story I’d like to tell isn’t about any of those incidents. My most embarrassing story isn’t a singular moment, a dramatic gaffe, or a snafu witnessed by many spectators. Rather, it’s a secret I’ve been holding on to, and I’m embarrassed about it even in my own mind. But I’m about to tell you. Are you ready to hear it?
Not Sure What to Watch? Take this Quiz.
“There’s nothing to WATCH!” I lament to my boyfriend, as I sit on the couch flipping through Netflix, Hulu, Prime TV, my entire iTunes library, and every app on Roku that I can log into with Comcast. Surely you have been there too: facing a plethora of choices but rife with indecision. It feels like that familiar meme: staring into a closet full of clothes and complaining that one has nothing to wear. My sister calls it Analysis Paralysis.
A Place for Magic
In the hazy blue light of dawn on a cool morning, there was calm. She breathed in deeply with her eyes closed. These precious early moments of the day felt like her alone time with the city. These moments - before throngs of people emerged from their apartments seeking transportation and jobs and coffee and human connection in a world that feels increasingly isolated. Right now there was no mayhem - only the stirrings of others mad enough to start their day at the crack of dawn and brace themselves for the hustle.