Creative Writing

On a Saturday afternoon at the down parts of La Jolla, I sat on a white sand beach with the orange ball of light on it's way to set in the background. 

I sit on the couch with my legs crossed over.

My feet move one in front of the other up the steep hill while the sun beats down on my back, I tell myself that the view is worth it. I tilt my head up, my dad is off the path rubbing his fingers together, as if he is creating a little fire. He walks over to me and drops little white flowers that crumble to the touch. 

I wish there was a reason

Missing Altadena

The feeling is pasted within me.

My biggest fear when I first started college was not dancing. I realized towards the end of my senior year of high school this beautiful gift of movement was handed to me each and every day. I never thought twice about paying for a dance class or worrying if I had the time to fit one into my schedule. Both were a given.

June is the worst month in San Diego

If you are reading this blog-I assume you follow my cooking account (if you don’t you should follow). And if you follow my cooking account, you know how much I love protein, there are a few reasons why. 

When I was 10 years old on a June Lake trip with my family we chose to do a 3 mile round trip hike. The reviews described it as “moderately difficult” and “slightly” uphill. We are an outdoorsy family, enjoy a challenge, and are always down for a good hike, especially in June Lake… and bonus points because this one supposedly ended with a swim. So we packed the snacks and water, got the dogs leashed up, and threw our swimsuits on beneath our clothes. Let the journey begin.