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 →
I've been alive for over 13,000 days; 1,006 of them in Hong Kong, 88 of them in quarantine. Today I turn 36 years old. Here's to another trip around the sun.
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!
Now, unfortunately, it looks like most of the world is joining the corona club and trying to figure out the right level between prepared and panicked. I am here to help you.