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By now, if you haven't figured it out already, we're beginning to settle into a groove over at The Woke Desi...we've figured out production, a little more about how to structure an episode, and how we jive as a group of three outspoken women.
It's a learning curve.But we wanted to begin with chilled out topics so we could bring our authentic selves as we learned more. We knew around episode 5, we'd be comfortable enough to start delving into the heavier subjects...the ones that will put us on different sides of the issue, let us argue and allow our experiences to speak for themselves.
This episode was one hell of a way to dive in.
Shreeda Tailor had emailed about doing an infertility episode and shared a summary of her story: that she'd had a combination of miscarriages, termin...
My cousin (and one of my best friends!), S, is getting married next week...and in honor of that, I decided to recap the weekend we spent at her bachelorette in Scottsdale, Arizona. We had a choice between Napa, Sedona, and a couple other places but Scottsdale took the vote on an email thread of over twenty people.
Set on the outskirts of Phoenix, I wasn't completely sure what to expect...Phoenix has just never been on my list of places to visit for some reason, but now I wonder why that was.
I thought flying out would take much longer than it did--namely because it was during the government shutdown and I had heard JFK and LaGuardia were experiencing significant delays. But the flight out was perfect, and we landed at 11 PM without any issue.
And the landscape? Even from the sky I could tell how flat it was. This Pennsylvania/New York girl isn't used to that. My Uber driver told me that in the summers, the temperatures can reach 135F...not only an unhealthy prospect, but an awful one.
"You have to lose the battle to win the war." You guys have heard that phrase, right? It reminds me of something they'd say on Suits (and probably have...) or a drama from the middle ages where strategy weaves into a lifechanging choice.
Through my writing career, I've learned the saying is true. Whether it's delaying the release of a book to polish it until it shines.
Whether it's holding back on writing because I need to focus on my day job.
Whether I balance or topple.
We all make those choices every day--the ones that have no satisfaction and hit your confidence now, because down the road they'll yield dividends.
In late October, I had my (now former) publisher revert the rights to The Rearranged Life.
When you publish a book, you sign over your rights to your writing--the publisher has the rights to put the words in the world. As you can imagine, reverting them takes those rights back and gives them to you again.
What does that mean for The Rearranged Life? For now...it's not o...
Ladies (and gents)...you know exactly what I'm talking about when I say everyone has had a heartbreak legend will be written about. Tell me you didn't think of that one guy/girl who shattered you. The opportunity that passed you by. The road not taken.
The one you thought of even more when you tried to drink it away (and possibly drunk texted. No judgment.)
The one you tearfully told your friends, your parents, your cousins, your hair stylist, the neighbor, the mailman and the sweet retail girl at Express--who was just trying to help you choose a pair of revenge jeans--about.
The one you wrote pages of anger about (and possibly to) so s/he could know exactly what s/he did wrong and could take responsibility (Rachel Green, I FEEL YOU GIRL!).
Jokes aside, it's a garbage place to be. I mean...dating is hard enough nowadays. Call me a dinosaur if you want, but dating apps have a lot to do with it. It's easy in a world of instant gratification to swipe left or right and decide in a millisecond...
No one ever forgets their teenage years--no matter how much we want to. Mine were, surprisingly, some of the happiest times of my life, though that's with the benefit of hindsight. The drama back then could have eclipsed shows like One Tree Hill, which I watched religiously (ahem. And maybe still do).
I remember my first crush (who I'm still buddies with and luckily, can laugh with about it now). Prom had a lead-up that was a bit dramatic (as high school relationships can be...insert the story about one best friend stealing the other's boyfriend and all hell breaking loose) but it was an amazing day with my still-best friend and I getting our hair done together, renting A Cinderella Story from the video store (this is probably aging me...) and ordering pizza. Then we went to Taco Bell in our dresses for a fancy dinner.
And that time my parents went to Las Vegas with my brother on a family trip visiting relatives and I used work as a reason to be left behind. Cue the late nights with lots...