Trying to fit in my first morning in New York City.
What it feels like to speak two languages while juggling a third.
Each year, Noah walks from Albuquerque to the Santuario de Chimayó with his guitarrón.
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.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
The Jinn took the incense and kindly left when asked.
Nervous about speaking to a large group of people, I was advised to let the butterflies in my stomach fly out of my mouth.
A few weeks after planting the baby maple tree on our balcony, we noticed the leaves were falling and were worried that it was sick. We went back and asked the grower, who assured us this is what usually happens in autumn.
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.
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.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at 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.
On Tuesday and Thursday nights, I study how to use a bata de Cola after flamenco technique classes.
Trying to fit in my first morning in New York City.
What it feels like to speak two languages while juggling a third.
Each year, Noah walks from Albuquerque to the Santuario de Chimayó with his guitarrón.
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.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
The Jinn took the incense and kindly left when asked.
Nervous about speaking to a large group of people, I was advised to let the butterflies in my stomach fly out of my mouth.
A few weeks after planting the baby maple tree on our balcony, we noticed the leaves were falling and were worried that it was sick. We went back and asked the grower, who assured us this is what usually happens in autumn.
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.
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.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at 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.
On Tuesday and Thursday nights, I study how to use a bata de Cola after flamenco technique classes.
