Thoughts

Our dishwasher recently got grimey, so I went back to handwashing dishes. It’s not something I’ve done in years. Before I moved to Denmark, my family never used the dishwasher. In fact, ours wasn’t even a dishwasher — it was a storage unit  for things that had no home. Plastic forks. Cups. Random kitchen tools. My mother used to say, “It’s a waste of water.” So we washed everything by hand — bowls, chopsticks, pots — and I grew up believing dishwashers were just foreign devic

When I was away from the office, I moved more. Between chores, kids, errands, and the occasional mid-morning stretch (or dance break), movement just… happened. It wasn’t a workout — it was part of life. Now that I’m back in an office, I sit, I sti a lot. My step count has dropped nearly 50%, and my smartwatch buzzes so often I’ve started ignoring it. I knew adulthood meant moving less, but I didn’t realize how little. 💻 The Trade We Don’t Talk About We dedicate 40+ hours a w

IKEA has mastered the art of flat packs, modular living, and even the psychology of wayfinding — but somehow, the food experience still feels stuck in 1999. I say this with love (and as someone who goes there often for what my family affectionately calls our “night out” ). But every time I queue up for meatballs, I can’t help thinking: why does it take 20 minutes to get food in the land of efficiency? It’s not the food that’s the problem — it’s the flow. The IKEA restaurant c

How much would you ask to be paid for a job where you never sleep —well, barely — and must be ready to entertain, cook (acceptable meals only), rotate laundry twenty-four seven, and keep the office —I mean, the home — clean and tidy? Would you do it for free? For payment in giggles, half-chewed kisses, and just to keep it interesting, the occasional full-body scream in a grocery store, or a tantrum about toast cut the wrong way? You need to be so wide a blanket octopus, stret

Halloween celebrates ghosts — but the scariest ones today live online. And not the “strangers” my mother warned me about either. The real horror is exposure . I grew up online. The internet remembers everything... even the things we wish it didn’t. (Hello, old YouTube account I can’t access. 👋) Now, as a designer and a parent, I think about what that means, not just for our kids, but for our parents. Just because they’ve seen a lot doesn’t mean they have the tools to spot th

Sometimes I feel like a cat raised by dogs. I’ve learned to walk like a dog, bark like a dog, even chase my own tail. I’ve absorbed the...

There’s something deeply off about the way we live now. Adults walk around, heads down, eyes glued — overworked yet under-moved, mentally...

Building skills beyond the office, one baby nap at a time.