It’s my birthday tomorrow. Anyone wanna hang out?
My heart sunk, and the breath I let out suspended in the air, pausing with me for a moment of silence.
One like. Zero comments.
If there were ever a moment I’d hated Facebook, this would be it. As a last resort, my little brother was crying out into an empty blue void for a tiny red notification of attention.
Some random person off his “friends list” had the nerve to reach out to me and ask if he’d ever received any treatment. Are you asking out of genuine concern, or are…
“Breakups are easy,” said no one, ever. If they were, I don’t suppose you would have clicked on this post for a shot of rejuvenation from failed relationships, or at least see how I got closure with the help of a book about tidying. I wasn’t searching for an answer — it magically presented itself to me.
Breakups can be one-sided or mutual. Messy and brutal. Bitter or regretful. They can be a combination of things, leaving people feeling a little less whole after giving fragments of themselves away.
I have been on both sides of the heartbreak spectrum, and…
My eyes light up whenever I see hydrangea flowers peppering bushes. Here in Japan, they bloom when spring transitions into the rainy season. Hydrangeas love to drink up all the water, and the approaching summer heat makes them sprout like popcorn.
An interesting blurb on the history of its name from Bloom This explains:
The name ‘Hydrangea’ originated from Latin, leading back to as old as 1739, named by Grovonius, a botanist. He thought that the shape reminded him of an ancient water pitcher. Hence, combining the words ‘hydro’ (water) and ‘angeion’ (barrel/pitcher), resulting in the name Hydrangea.
My ex was a fine example of The Nice Guy. So nice to the point of being suspect.
He was a super sweet smooth talker. But in the years we were together, none of his words stuck with me, because he cast compliments like a net, in all directions. He worked his charm to inflate anyone’s ego, but by the end, I resembled a punctured balloon, and would leak what little love I had for myself.
Compliments are not created equal. We have the genuine ones, the white lies, or worst of all, back-handed compliments. I didn’t hear any of…
I’ve seen a surge in small businesses marketing goods on Instagram using in-app video functions. I do not own a shop myself, but as a customer, I can tell you why this works even better than solely selling on a website.
I can see this method working with various products. Anything there’s a demand for. The example I’ll be using is my latest addiction — crystals.
There are two options to sell interactively on Instagram; one is broadcast in real-time for users who join the live stream chat rooms. …
I have been going to a secret spot in the springtime for the past decade. It’s within biking distance from my home, along a river in the outskirts of Tokyo with rows of cherry blossom trees dotting both sides — a view you never tire from, like the fleeting chance to see an old friend once a year.
It’s a quiet residential area. Dogs dash around. You will see people jogging or biking down the gravel paths parallel to the riverbanks while kayakers drift in the water. I don’t ever expect anyone to disturb me here or for me to…
Sometimes you start a piece in your element right on track. But the submission can come to a halt when an editor steers you along a detour with a suggestion here and there, or maybe you had blind spots and missed how it was a mess everywhere. And if it’s a mess, editors recoil. As Roz Warren has said, “there’s no point in polishing a turd.”
Except, this time, I hadn’t submitted a turd. In my mind, I had it in the bag. I thought it was the shit. …
I strolled into the bedroom on my way to open the windows when I stopped short of the bookcase, turned my head to the right, and peered at the spine of The Rainbow Tablets.
Read one page.
I didn’t have much time to spare. Motherly duties awaited, but this urge called out for me. I tilted the book off the edge of the shelf and opened it up to where I had left off. My eyes glazed over the print and stopped at this part:
“Once you have started to open the heart, you will notice a difference between ‘thoughts’…
Do you have good taste? You can judge for yourself if you’ve made the right choice in a partner. But sometimes we’re curious or want a bit of reassurance, so we click on posts like 5 of The Most Underrated and Sexiest Qualities In a Guy.
I nodded along for all the points except, “He knows how to cook.” My husband’s face bubbled to the surface as I imagined him holding a frying pan. Does it count if he only knows how to make an omelet?
I’ve come across other articles singing praises for men who meal prep. My husband…
“If someone makes you happy make them happier. This mindset will make you the kindest you can be.” — Unknown
Writers who make prose flow with precision and poets who string stanzas into poignant perfection exist here. Stories that make me cry and laugh, stories that pique my interest and tickle my senses, stories that make me think, “damn, I couldn’t have written better if I tried.” I have come across them all.
I stumbled on Medium in the late spring as if answering a calling, first scouring the platform for eye candy. …
Tokyo, Japan | INFP | Minimalist | Parent | Avid Reader | Seeker | Em Dash Lover | Never without a camera going with the flow with my kids in tow ♡