The Ripple Journal
A quiet corner of the internet. No noise, just small moments and reflections, written with care. This is my version of social media—slowed down and stripped back.
Here, I share fragments of poetry and stories from everyday life. Some tender. Some raw. All real. You’ll find microblogs updated regularly, sometimes multiple times in one day, sometimes not for weeks.
I write to connect, to make meaning, and to notice what often goes unseen.
Thanks for being here.
Three little words
When “I don’t know” feels like failure: a reflection on curiosity, parenting, and wonder.
Naming Changes Everything
A small story about plants, packages, and the quiet power of being seen.
Portable Sanctuaries
I see people in a way they haven’t been seen before and offer them a portable sanctuary they can carry with them knowing they’ll always belong.
They called me “Bhaaloo”
They called me “Bhaaloo” (bear) because the hair on my legs poked through my school socks.
The Bloomer Pooper
When I was six, I sat in first grade with soiled bloomers, refusing the school bathrooms that terrified me.
A Day in My Studio
I’m grateful for the privilege of using my creativity not just to make art, but to make connections.
Give Thanks, Often
She didn’t know what to make of it at first. Just a small watercolor token, handed across the counter during the weekend rush at the boba shop.
It Doesn’t Take Much
15 minutes, washi tape, colored pencils, acrylic inks—and this little token of appreciation came to be.
A Family of Four
This isn’t just a photo. It’s a moment in time that captures the simple, the mundane, the ordinary, woven together into one extraordinary, imperfect life.
That Liminal Space
Even the word waitpool carries a strange weight—like being held in suspension, a not-here, not-there kind of place. A place where you’re told you’re worthy but not enough to be chosen. Yet.