writing

I never read my columns once they are published because I’m always afraid of discovering an unintended meaning in my words that I didn’t notice when I first wrote it. What if I come across as selfish, or cocky when writing my columns? What if they aren’t relatable at all?

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, indigo and the infinite range of colors in between — there is, ostensibly, nothing special about these colors of the rainbow or the color wheel in general. Yet, it is often these ordinary concepts that beg for our imagination to turn them into something spectacular and out of the box. 

I’m working to be confident in what I write every week. I tell myself at every rereading and every edit that if I put my best foot forward, I’ll make something worthwhile. Even if it’s just a list of recipes rather than a heartfelt confession like this, I know I’m putting in the steps to improve.

I have recently rediscovered my copy of Yeats' collected poems. I felt compelled to respond to the poem again now, years later, without peeking at my previous attempt.

Whether my time at Cal ends with quiet resignation, a standing ovation, or simply a puff of smoke, these articles will forever be a part of who I am.

I loved the feeling of it — having things to hide, having invisible strings to pull, the light-hearted manipulation of misdirection.

Less visible to the public eye, however, are the years of dedication, passion and hard work behind these accomplishments.

This quick and easy activity will have lasting impacts on your mental health and you can easily use these prompts to kickstart your journaling journey.

So, our love marks don’t always have to be scars, ugly reminders of love we couldn’t keep. They can also remind us of how that love has become a part of our journey of growth.

I loved hair, and I still do, but in focusing most of my life on hairstyling, I felt I was missing out on the opportunity to explore career paths during my youth.