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growing older.

Days 5-10: Murder podcasts, how long is 20 minutes really, fish sperm clouds.


I did not wake up today thinking this would be the day I’d have to teach my fourth graders what sperm kinda is, alas, that was today.

thirty-great


https://open.spotify.com/episode/7vJ2A1Bbc9DurnLp7rQNWR?si=lqQuMNSETdCoZAV9e5GpRg start to finish - a wild and wonderful ride. Each year for my bday I like to answer these same set of questions to help me measure my moments. Last week had two good friends' bdays, my own with... Continue Reading →

In the heavy of: fish, knee, HK, Auntie Life, love


in which I am possibly a cursed spinster.

trying to first date again


. . . and then one of you suggests you meet up. For a date. In person in real life face to face and well. This was the whole point in the first place, right? RIGHT?!!@

the end of the (dating) world


Hi, my name is Rachel, and I have seen the end of Tinder. Gather round, young ones, and I shall tell you my tale of woe.  sorry, but who wouldn't want to date a landshark?! I’ve often used this blog... Continue Reading →

2021 – Thanks for being in it.


we love a fancy dress! It’s a crisp 65 F in Hong Kong. Locals are in puffy jackets, boots, scarves. The sidewalk carts roasting chestnuts over an open fire (a phenomenon which, before I moved here and witnessed in the... Continue Reading →

Rachel and the Case of the Shattered Glass Ceiling


I give you: The Case of the Shattered Glass Ceiling.

*cue MUSIC! Intense MUSIC!*

thirty7, under a neon moon


100 percent you don't have to count the last year of your life if you don't feel like getting older. The pandemic has stolen a lot from us: I'm inclined to agree that it was a wash of a year,... Continue Reading →

to tugboats


Press play. Simply to see something different than the 150 square feet of studio I call home, I booked a hotel. I wanted to soak in a bubble bath and order room service and wear nothing but a robe for... Continue Reading →

to remember the way we were


sometimes we cope by going to a Harry Potter cafe. We all have different ways of getting through life in the time of Corona. There should be grace for whatever methods you’re choosing, because times is hard (note: mounting a... Continue Reading →

swf iso: encounters of any kind


my first picture living in a foreign country. Rio. I’ve lived abroad for seven years now, and have usually made it home to California once or twice each year during that time. During my brief annual returns to my old... Continue Reading →

biscuits, jars, fishies, pandemic thoughts.


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 →

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