I worry and ruminate about a lot of things: like speaking with people I admire.
Trying to fit in my first morning in New York City.
11 p.m. watermelon and black tea with my dad at the sea.
He was so funny, and he was always humming music to himself.
After a bit of time hiding, I'm ready to face the pressure!
What I learned from Flamenco this summer: be brave like Romero
Traveling between cities and spending a night alone, April was met with unexpected company.
Each year, Noah walks from Albuquerque to the Santuario de Chimayó with his guitarrón.
Summer dreams and places I often pass or see
My friends reaction to his wife going on a weekend trip.
One winter, when Alex visited me in Albuquerque from Paris, we went to a Colcha Embroidery workshop. Being the only two under 60, the elderly women who ran the group began to argue about Saint Anne after handing us flowers to practice on.
Without notice, April grabbed my hand and ran into the theater.
When my parents were young and Kuwait composed of old mud houses in a handful of neighborhoods along the shore, there was a man who's donkey would often escape at night and he'd roam the small streets calling for him.
Whenever I would cry for petty reasons as a child, my parents would ask “What's the problem? Did you lose your donkey?”
Processing during and in-between naps.
I never intended for the French language to remain a part of my life, but that's how each morning starts.
Life with Florian is so sweet.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
My dad used to take me to an ice cream shop owned by a former Iranian body builder. I dreamt last night that I shared an article about this ice cream shop with him. I summon my father from his grave to share articles about ice cream shops.
What it feels like to speak two languages while juggling a third.
The Jinn took the incense and kindly left when asked.
Near the end of my dream the other night I was with my dad at the sea and I asked him, “if you leave, will you come back?”
Leaving with my estrangement and a heavy heart, forever grateful New Mexico is my home.
My heart fell in my stomach.
Feeling like a foreigner in my own country, I sometimes hide behind my own timidity.
My mom sent me a photo of herself holding a cockatoo and smiling today, and it made me feel so happy.
Whenever I forget my studio window open, my toughest critics come in and have a party.
My father liked to write poetry.
Looking forward to my 29th birthday!
Cover illustration for "New Mexico Kids Matter"
Kuwaiti cats are always lounging around the shore
The Bee-keeper on an island in the Nile
Me and Alex had so many lighthearted talks in parks, squares, and gardens when we lived near each other.
Alex took me to see Cezanne's studio.
Birthday gifts and Omens.
When I was 17 my parents moved back to Kuwait and I would visit them during the summers. I would go on after-midnight swims in the sea with them.
Me + Mohammed after the antiquities museum
Uncertain of what the future holds, Alex moved back to Paris.
My dad really, really wanted me to be strong, independent, and educated. When I feel scared, I can still hear him pushing me through.
When me and Alex met, we went to every art exhibit, movie, and performance we could get to. We ran around all of Paris, and when I felt homesick, she invited me to the sea with her family.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at night.
Hadrien likes to write fiction.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to be married to a sweet + timid Frenchman, it's like this:
Keeping pigeons on the roof is an ancient tradition in the Persian Gulf.
Me + Florian went to Esperanza Bike Shop to replace my stolen bike tires Sunday night.
We ran into a family of wild boars.
Walking to get lemonade, before running into the boars
I love going to the state fair.
We were invited to go see horses.
I worry and ruminate about a lot of things: like speaking with people I admire.
Trying to fit in my first morning in New York City.
11 p.m. watermelon and black tea with my dad at the sea.
He was so funny, and he was always humming music to himself.
After a bit of time hiding, I'm ready to face the pressure!
What I learned from Flamenco this summer: be brave like Romero
Traveling between cities and spending a night alone, April was met with unexpected company.
Each year, Noah walks from Albuquerque to the Santuario de Chimayó with his guitarrón.
Summer dreams and places I often pass or see
My friends reaction to his wife going on a weekend trip.
One winter, when Alex visited me in Albuquerque from Paris, we went to a Colcha Embroidery workshop. Being the only two under 60, the elderly women who ran the group began to argue about Saint Anne after handing us flowers to practice on.
Without notice, April grabbed my hand and ran into the theater.
When my parents were young and Kuwait composed of old mud houses in a handful of neighborhoods along the shore, there was a man who's donkey would often escape at night and he'd roam the small streets calling for him.
Whenever I would cry for petty reasons as a child, my parents would ask “What's the problem? Did you lose your donkey?”
Processing during and in-between naps.
I never intended for the French language to remain a part of my life, but that's how each morning starts.
Life with Florian is so sweet.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
My dad used to take me to an ice cream shop owned by a former Iranian body builder. I dreamt last night that I shared an article about this ice cream shop with him. I summon my father from his grave to share articles about ice cream shops.
What it feels like to speak two languages while juggling a third.
The Jinn took the incense and kindly left when asked.
Near the end of my dream the other night I was with my dad at the sea and I asked him, “if you leave, will you come back?”
Leaving with my estrangement and a heavy heart, forever grateful New Mexico is my home.
My heart fell in my stomach.
Feeling like a foreigner in my own country, I sometimes hide behind my own timidity.
My mom sent me a photo of herself holding a cockatoo and smiling today, and it made me feel so happy.
Whenever I forget my studio window open, my toughest critics come in and have a party.
My father liked to write poetry.
Looking forward to my 29th birthday!
Cover illustration for "New Mexico Kids Matter"
Kuwaiti cats are always lounging around the shore
The Bee-keeper on an island in the Nile
Me and Alex had so many lighthearted talks in parks, squares, and gardens when we lived near each other.
Alex took me to see Cezanne's studio.
Birthday gifts and Omens.
When I was 17 my parents moved back to Kuwait and I would visit them during the summers. I would go on after-midnight swims in the sea with them.
Me + Mohammed after the antiquities museum
Uncertain of what the future holds, Alex moved back to Paris.
My dad really, really wanted me to be strong, independent, and educated. When I feel scared, I can still hear him pushing me through.
When me and Alex met, we went to every art exhibit, movie, and performance we could get to. We ran around all of Paris, and when I felt homesick, she invited me to the sea with her family.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at night.
Hadrien likes to write fiction.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to be married to a sweet + timid Frenchman, it's like this:
Keeping pigeons on the roof is an ancient tradition in the Persian Gulf.
Me + Florian went to Esperanza Bike Shop to replace my stolen bike tires Sunday night.
We ran into a family of wild boars.
Walking to get lemonade, before running into the boars
I love going to the state fair.
We were invited to go see horses.
