I discovered the wonders of a massage when I was 21. Too young to be tired but I was working a graveyard shift talking to strangers who’d brutalize me with words asking why their phone bills were skyrocketing. Massages were what I looked forward to on weekends, along with the
Author: Elizabeth Galit
I didn’t realize how much I needed to leave until I started packing for the mountains. Again. Neil recommended Camp Awol when we were still deciding where to go, two weeks before the set date. After that steak and Sierra Madre view, we thought it was a good idea to
If you are given the chance to go back in time, which timeline are you gonna go to? No, this is not Before The Coffee Gets Cold or any book in that series. It’s The Memory Bookshop by Song Yu-jeong. This book is on the list of books I look
I used to dislike Thursdays. For me, it’s like the word almost. Almost the weekend. Almost rest. Almost… everything I was waiting for. But maybe it’s a bit unfair to Thursday because, hey, it’s not its fault it sits right after midweek and just before Friday the party day. Also,
What I went through since 2013 is no joke. When I was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, it felt like my body suddenly became a stranger. “MG” wasn’t just a medical term anymore—it was the weakness in my legs, fatigue that didn’t make sense, stairs that felt like mountains, and prayers
There’s something deeply humbling about standing in front of the mountains and realizing that none of it was made for me. Yet all of it was there for me. Seeing the Sierra Madre stretch endlessly in front of me felt so unreal. Because there she is, Mother Earth, in
If there’s one thing that 2025 taught me, it is how to take care of myself with intention. Social media has given us the superficial definition of self-care. Skincare routines, solo dates, spa sessions, and we were even told bed-rotting should be normalized. Not gonna lie—for a while, I fell
After Maud’s bone-chilling murders, my entire being craved for more… horror? I wanted something that would make my heart beat race so fast it’d fall off my chest, besides coffee and my filthy inhaler! Not gonna lie, I jumped from one book to another until I settled on V. Castro‘s
It’s been a while since I read a good crime book. The last one I’ve read was, I think, Yoko Ogawa‘s Revenge. Anyway, An Elderly Lady Is Up To No Good is unexpectedly… cozy. There was something super calm about the whole thing, maybe because dear old little Maud does
Rika Horiuchi is an interesting character, and I envy her for landing a part-time job at the museum. Magical or not, who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by art that has existed far longer than our anxieties? Every sculpture, every chipped marble, every broken nose and missing limb… all of