Part 1 | No vs. Yes Rubina ask so many questions in a single day. More questions than I ever thought was possible. I've even categorized them; here's the breakdown: The "Can I's": Can I have some chocolate? Can I go outside? Can I get a cat? Can I jump from the fourth stair? Can I get a … Continue reading Bad Mom, Part 1 | No vs. Yes
Five years ago I woke up in the middle the night certain my mom had died. She'd had surgery a couple days prior and wasn't rebounding as quickly as they'd hoped; her Dr's made 3 critical errors during this minor, routine surgery. I was worried. It was 1am in Colorado and midnight in Oregon. I slept restlessly for … Continue reading Five Years Ago | My Miracle Momma & Long Term Suffering
If you're not familiar with this series you can read Confession No. 1 here and Confession No. 2 here. Confession No. 3: While looking for any number of random items throughout my day I, inadvertently, find myself standing in front of an open refrigerator. Excuse me, your phone isn't in there, Resh, and neither is … Continue reading Confessions of a Chubby Girl | No. 3 Organization Shmorganization
Since returning from Calcutta 40 days ago, I've spent hours upon hours writing. I've barely slept and I have the dark circles and serial yawning syndrome to prove it. My evening routine begins with cozy time with my little one; I'll read more books than we initially agreed upon and allow even more sips of water before finally … Continue reading The First Forty.
This vital reminder hangs above my desk; the space where I sit to write my book, blog and plan future chapters of my life. I absolutely LOVE it. Humility isn't something I've always embraced as wholly as I'd like to report; looking back it's embarrassingly absent. Kevin and I moved to Denver about 5 1/2 years ago and … Continue reading The Humble Hustle.
I posted this to my Instagram account this past weekend... I managed to score some unanticipated, afternoon writing time while my crew is at the pool. I also included #writer... I added it, deleted it and finally, hesitantly retyped it. Can I actually consider myself a legit writer? I don't have any books or novels published. I have had … Continue reading Who I Am [Challenge]
It's true. I'm a bad blogger. Well, I'm a bad blogger as it pertains to frequency, anyway. I like to think the content you browse here is substantial but just few and far between enough as to leave you wanting more, right? I'm coming up on the 1 year anniversary of launching Written and it turns out I've averaged … Continue reading Bad Blogger…
I'm terrible about unpacking after returning from a trip. Always have been. Terrible. Embarrassingly so. I've been home from Calcutta for about 2 weeks and this is an actual snapshot of the space where my suitcase, backpack and a pile of odds and ends have come to reside; hopefully not permanently. Albeit a small glimpse of the … Continue reading Unpacking…
Currently, I am in Calcutta on the 35th anniversary of the day I left as an infant. It is a day which represents a devastating loss and a beautiful gain. On June 10th, 1980 I was lifted out of one world and transported into another. I'm processing the loss and the gain on the same ground where … Continue reading 35.
I've found my time in Calcutta to be a far greater challenge than I could have anticipated. It's been peaceful and unsettling; fulfilling, revealing and shocking. My emotions have soared as high as pure delight and joy and have fallen as low as deep devastation leaving me increasingly distraught at times. There are moments of lightness but the … Continue reading Into My City…