Believe In Something!

I was at Tempe Marketplace the other day when a man stopped me and asked, “Can I buy you a smoothie?” And who am I to say no to a free smoothie, especially considering I was already on my way to get an acai bowl. He paid for my acai bowl and we engaged in … More Believe In Something!

Measurements of Grief in Miles, Minutes, Inches, Yards, or Depth

There are so many issues in the world that is near impossible to find a set calculation to determine the validity and severity of each individual issue. For example, tripping over a rock on the sidewalk and getting a bruise on your knee hinders your day, and therefore, is an issue. It causes pain, irritation, … More Measurements of Grief in Miles, Minutes, Inches, Yards, or Depth

“Phonetically?”

My name is Sahara, pronounced Suh-Hair-Uh, or Sah-Raw, if you are speaking in Farsi. However, people often get my name wrong, saying “Suh-Haar-Uh,” despite my correcting them. After awhile, I stopped correcting people, because what difference does it make if someone says my name properly or improperly, especially if they are a minor character in … More “Phonetically?”

I hate Hooters!

Is it liberation? Or is it disguised oppression? I wonder this constantly. Am I really feminist for posting half nude photos of myself and pretending to feel empowered? Realistically, when I post those photos, I am looking for some type of attention. I want someone to call me pretty, be in awe of my body, … More I hate Hooters!

Choices;

Choices; I rush home to quell my growling stomach, feed myself a nice meal while relaxing in the kitchen. The whole bike ride home, I ponder what I should eat. I grow frustrated because I have so many options, but such little direction. I could have this food….this food….or this food…which will it be? I … More Choices;

A Bugs Life

It’s a beautiful, bright, sunny day at the pool. The water is perfect—not too cold, not too warm. As I put my legs into the water, ready to immerse my body into the rich blue water, I notice somebody close to me, invading my personal space. “Sorry!” she shouts before being able to get back … More A Bugs Life