From the same virus that brought me sourdough bread and tortillas, 12 plants I didn’t need, a wardrobe whittled down to leggings, crushing anxiety, a 7lb food baby named “Carbito,” an endless supply of glass bottles I wish I could... Continue Reading →
It’s already tomorrow in Hong Kong, so hello from the future. This is Week 10 of Coronalife. Yes - it's been so long, we don't count days anymore, my sweet summer child. But I’m finally on a very anti-climatic Spring Break!