(fka Danielle Ma) Rediscovering writing in NYC. I used to Carrie Bradshaw my way through my 20s, processing the chaotic throes of dating, love, and passion on the page, back in the era of Thought Catalog and xoJane. Multiple moves, degrees, and jobs later, I'm back in the best city in the world. Same heart, same itch for that pen. Different name, different decade, different set of facts and feelings to work through.

Something Cosmic

There’s a man in my life I can’t be with. A man who isn’t right for me and whom I am not right for in return. I’ll just say the things we have never said to each other but know without needing to. He’s too old for me, and I’m too young for him. Our families wouldn’t understand, our friends would maybe indulge in empathy but ultimately succumb to confusion as well. We’re at such different points in our lives that we would both need to give things up for the other. Not the regular relationship compromises that are necessary when merging worlds, no—the big things. He’s already lived the life I want with someone. The love, the marriage, the child-rearing, the family. Our generations just barely missed each other, not enough to affect our incredible ability to connect, relate, and make each other laugh. But enough to mean that we can never be a we.

5 Books From Our Childhood We Should All Reread

It’s easy to forget how much our childhood books shaped us.

They were the books we all owned in hard copy—hard cover, even. They were the books we read and reread so many times without getting sick of them. They were the books that took us to entirely new worlds and let our already free imaginations run freer. As we grow older, imagination sometimes takes a back seat to facts, analytics and logic. Flash back for a moment—take the time to reread some books from your childhood and marvel in their simple profundity. Here are a few that we like.
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