Address Fluid

A global pandemic. Civic unrest. A brush with death due to a parasite. Wildfires everywhere. Waking up with an orange sky and air that burns your eyeballs.

Packing up

This was our reality for the past month in San Francisco. Not to mention paying $5K/month for a little over 1,000 square feet to overlook a drained hot tub and a pool we couldn’t use. Fiscally, it didn’t make sense to stay where we were, paying for someone else’s mortgage and amenities that we hadn’t used in over six months (!)

Had I not been hospitalized after contracting a parasite that nearly killed me, I’m unsure if we would have decided to pack everything up and move out of the city we called home for almost six years. However, my hospital experience was incredibly traumatic, and without any connections to the SF Hospital system, it was the first time I felt truly alone. Trapped in the isolation wing for four days in a small room, the only human interaction I had was with the nurses who entered wearing full PPE garb. 

My hospital room.

Once discharged from the hospital, I was utterly exhausted. Narrowly missing the window for a blood transfusion, thank god my numbers started going up right before they scheduled it. My body (and my mind) needed serious TLC and downtime. I could barely walk around the apartment without feeling lightheaded. And the day before my hospitalization, I had walked 4 miles and done two online intense yoga classes. All of the conditioning I’d worked on was gone in just a few days.

All of the reasons to leave SF had compounded. It became abundantly clear that we needed to get out. So we did. A little over a month later, the movers came and took all of our belongings to storage. We packed a couple of suitcases of warm weather clothes and began our drive to the east coast. With Moo as my copilot, I can now definitively say that long-distance road trips aren’t for me, but I’m happy with our decision.

For the foreseeable future, we will be working with a strong Wifi signal in South Florida. If you’d asked me back in January if there was any possibility of us moving out of SF (or California, in general), I would have laughed incredulously. Now, I am taking it day by day and going with the flow.


An Homage To Emily Post


Emily Post is heralded as the queen of etiquette because she was the first to publish a book, Etiquette: The Blue Book of Social Usage, with all the rules that women (and men) should live by to ensure that he/she was acceptable in society in 1922. She gives detailed instructions on everyday tasks, such as how to correctly write a letter, how to take off long gloves and how to set a table. Nowadays, you may scoff at these “hoidy toidy” rules, but she was the first to put pen to paper and actually set in stone what was then, largely unspoken rules of engagement. With her book, anyone who could read had the potential to become a gentleman or lady even if they had not grown up with careful instruction.

Emily Post
Emily Post

Today, people mostly use her “Etiquette” when addressing envelopes and writing formal wedding invitations. Her daughters and granddaughters have published updated versions of her books, have an incredible online (and printed) presence and created the Emily Post Institute, to keep up with the times, of course. I highly recommend familiarizing yourself with these gems because a little etiquette can’t hurt, right?

18th Edition of Etiquette
18th Edition of Etiquette


The Hunting Ground: A Must-See

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One in four. One in every four women will be a victim of sexual assault or rape by the end of her college career. I can barely wrap my mind around this staggering statistic. That is nearly one quarter of the female population. This means that if you have a sister, a cousin, a friend, a girl friend, an aunt, a godmother, a teacher, there is a twenty-five percent chance that she has been/will be a victim of sexual assault or rape.

This is an epidemic. An epidemic that we are FINALLY talking about. Just six years ago, when I started college in September of 2009, there were only 5 members (all girls) in the Alliance for Sexual Assault Prevention (ASAP) group at Emory. It was the first time in my life where I felt safe talking about my own experiences as a survivor. It took me years to come to terms with what happened to me, to finally stop blaming myself and to learn that my abuse did not define who I am as a person. By the end of my college career, I was president of ASAP, we had just under one thousand student body members and the number of people attending each of our events was mind boggling. I left college knowing that I had helped others and made Emory a better place than I had found it.

The topic of widespread sexual abuse, especially on college campuses, was never really broached in the mainstream media until very recently. I remember when my group had made posters with sexual assault statistics, (gathered from RAINN) written on them and we posted them in every building on campus. In retaliation, Emory had the janitors tear the signs down because they “didn’t want to scare potential students”. I went to a disciplinary hearing for my actions, but now, I think they would have called me a hero. Oh, how the tides have turned.

The Hunting Ground, which first premiered at the Sundance Film Festival this year, is arguably the most important documentary that everyone, especially college-bound students, needs to watch. It is eye opening and heart wrenching. These brave men and women who disclose their stories are true heroes. Their strength to fight the pervasive victim-blaming society that we live in is refreshing and monumental. If you think that our society doesn’t blame the victim, then read the unbiased cases against Ben Roethlisberger, Darren Sharper, Bill Cosby and especially Jameis Winston. In each of these cases, the women were cast in negative light by the mainstream media, the women were portrayed as gold-diggers and their stories were not taken seriously, at least not at first.

The truth is that survivors have been systematically shamed by our society. Instead of asking, “Are you okay?” or “How can I help you?”, the first question usually is, “What were you wearing?”. It’s as if you were somehow asking for it. No. It should never be about your clothing or how much you had to drink. It should be that your body was violated and that the criminal justice system will bring your perpetrator to justice. As I used to tell people at Emory, “You could be running around butt-ass naked and it does not give someone else the right to touch you.”

Did you know that out of the reported rape cases, 98% of rapists will never see their day in court? Now please do not start thinking that I am a man-hater or that I think all men are rapists. No. First of all, I am married to a man, I enjoyed partying at his fraternity while I was in college and the majority of my friends happen to be male. What I believe is that it is a very small percentage of the male population that actually commits these heinous crimes, and they often do it more than once. Because of the low reporting numbers, rapists are able to get away with their crimes and feel free to do it again.

The Hunting Ground is amazing for allowing these men and women a platform to openly talk about what happened to them, to empower other survivors and actually prove that societal change can happen. This movie helps to shatter the notion that “Sexual assault doesn’t affect me”, because it actually does. This epidemic affects each of us, whether you’re aware or not, and it is now our time to take a stand for every survivor, to give a voice to every victim too ashamed or scared to come forward and to invoke change in our country so that every person is believed from the very start.

Please feel free to reach out to me if you have any comments/concerns or just need to talk to someone.


Statistics Reported from RAINN (Rape Abuse Incest National Network).

Also watch videos on Project Unspoken, which I was a part of during my time at Emory