Vishukanni
I’m sitting at my dining room table writing this. My dog is by my feet, resting peacefully, the only sound being the clinking of his name tag against the ring every time he stirs. My husband, a few feet away on the couch, has his …
Stories, fragments, and photographs from the in-between moments of everyday life
Essays
Maybe It’s Not Too Late to Begin Again
Recently, I came across a quote that read, “Spring is a reminder that everything in life can begin again,” and I remember thinking how perfect a sentiment it was, especially given that spring seems to arrive right at the time we need it most. After …
What 2025 Left Behind
It was one of those years that still feels difficult to put into words, as if the act of trying to do so creates an ache. The kind of year that held joy, adventure, ugliness, and pain all mangled up together into something impossibly complicated. A year that, taken at face value, should be effortless to name, and yet, extraordinary as it was, when I truly allow myself to step back into the past, and unravel 2025, it leaves me with the most imperceptible, yet undeniably bad taste.
A Winter Exhale
I pulled the throw over my chest and tucked my book into my lap, shifting until I was just a little more comfortable. Pen, check.Sticky tabs, check.Cup of tea, check. This has been my preferred state of existence during nearly every free evening I’ve been …