What my child’s meltdown taught me about embarrassment — I’ve often been told I’m improper or embarrassing, that I can’t be seen in the public with, by my mom, and my spouse. For a long time I bought into this narrative. Now that I had a toddler, who in the eyes of society had had several public meltdowns, it…

A poem against happily ever after. — Fairy tales are written against me. Demure, pliant, pure, I am not. Not the princess waiting to be saved. I’m capable, questioning, sexual; Intelligent, defiant, angry. More like the witch Ready to wreak havoc. Too bad you don’t see, The princess brimming With love for you Is locked right inside of me…

Don’t waste your effort over pointless goals. — Start the year with an abstract vision and intention, so at the end of the year you will have a consistently meaningful progress of a better you. Things change, and in as little as 3 months, what was once a critical task could become irrelevant. …

Change your perspective to unlock more options — Sometimes, you are stuck because the perspective you are holding isn’t serving you. Below is what I do with my coachees to propel them forward when they are stuck. The process overview Get crisp on what is going on. Explore and experiment different perspectives. Pick a new one out of the bunch. Proceed…

Coaching you transformed me — I started training to be a life coach after seeing how having a life coach benefitted me. Unexpectedly, I transformed into a person I didn’t think I could be from the training itself. My life is filled with more confidence, joy and love since. What a wonderful surprise! I am starting to accept who I am. I had…

I am proud of how far I have come along — I have had trouble “receiving” — I disassociate when I hear positive remarks about me. As part of my life coach training, I dioggled an exercise where I was there to receive affirmations from my classmates. I happened to do this twice, once back in August, and once in November…

Everything’s fine. — Your words hit like punches. My being shattering. My lips torn from me. My chest tightening. My breathing shallowed. My existence reduced to a tiny smidgen. I’m reminded I’m not your kind. I’m a figurine on the shelf. Fish in a fish bowl. Your world. And my world. My being is shouting but no sounds come out. You. A complete perfect being. My utterance barely a disturbance in the atmosphere. Microaggression. Privilege. Fragility. Big words. Scholarly words. You. Innocent you. Being you.

My mother’s love is a confusing brand of love. I don’t want it. I don’t want to pass it on. — This essay is a response to my mother’s email after I informed her what’s going on with my marriage. It was about her and others, not me. My mother’s email started with how my action would impact others, especially her, and not one sentence asking how I was feeling. Nothing about how hard it must have been for…

A Poem On The Spectrum — I’m not a dumb brown I’m red I’m not an immature brown I’m yellow I’m not a useless brown I’m orange I’m not an immoral brown I’m green I’m not a lazy brown I’m blue I’m not a weird brown I’m purple I’m not an ambivalent brown I’m iridescent I’m not a deviant you I’m my own person You me same same But different Different is not wrong I’m still valid I’m still normal