“The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.” -Oscar Wilde

The skirt in question Last Wednesday, I wore a wool skirt to work. When I clothed myself in the morning, it felt as innocuous as that last sentence. I wear skirts to work now and then and certain pockets of our office dress fancy on a daily basis (i.e., finance and marketing). The skirt did anything but camouflage. It started with a “Wow that’s a nice skirt,” and was followed by an “Aren’t you dressed up!” Both times, “Thank you,” felt like an incomplete response. The compliments were positioned as…

“There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.” -Maya Angelou

Every now and then, I find myself completely enveloped by my bedtime reading. There’s something about getting lost in a world that isn’t your own. In a world that is more suspense-filled than the familiar tri-tone of a newly received text message. A few weeks ago, I started reading The Time Traveler’s Wife. A book about a man whose escapist tendencies force him out of the present and into his past or present, the narrative has afforded me with shocking parallels to the current state of my own life. Last Monday,…

“We want a world where life is preserved.” -Isabel Allende

I started reading Isabel Allende’s Daughter of Fortune last December. I had stumbled upon a quaint book store reminiscent of an attic (those are the best kind) on my way to a coffee shop in La Jolla and just had to purchase something. (I have this disease where, when I enter a book store, I can’t leave without buying a book. It’s genetic.) In what, to any onlooker, would have seemed like a decision between life and death, I carefully selected the book from a choice of several others for no particular…

Us against the world

A couple weeks ago, I was catching up with a friend from my program as we drove to a company event. As with most of our topics of conversation, this particular one came out of nowhere. I consider you one of my really close friends. But you know, if I had just met you at a random party, I don’t think we’d be friends, he stated, matter-of-factly. Excuse me? I was a little taken aback but more just curious for the explanation that was bound to follow. I just mean that when…

Baby, It’s a Violent World

I don’t eat chicken. Never have. But I sure have counted a whole bunch of them over the years. Before they’ve even hatched. Two summers ago, with my final year of college within touchable distance, I was suddenly filled with regret of not having completed the slew of activities and courses I had planned to pursue when I first set out on that four-year journey. Determined not to have twin feelings nine months later, I took a couple baby steps to change things. On what was the complete opposite of…