Space for life and memories with a hermit crab named Palm.

Every continent has coastlines where seashells wash up as the ocean’s offering: smalls shells like the currency exchanged among indigenous Africans or the wampum jewelry worn by Native Americans; large shells like the ones my childhood neighbors used as…


Don’t read this expecting investment advice for TSLA or other stock. Instead, I write on my evolving thoughts on money which — like general life — improves mostly by being at the right place at the right time; so as my current employer’s stock price has surged over 10x the…


Yesterday I went to a local no-frills spa. I booked a massage there for a few, interrelated reasons: supporting a local business, breaking a one-year hiatus from my quarterly massage routine, and releasing some tension that’s accumulated in my body. We’ve endured an entire year of hearing the absolute BS…


Kicking off my first blog of 2021, I delve into how nothing is ever fully as it seems. Even the most discerning humans may not comprehend a) the complexity of a situation, b) the true mental state of a peer, or c) the emotions that they themselves are feeling. …


Here I write about non-romantic love beyond its typically expressed forms. Whereas the feeling is oft compartmentalized with the uttering of “I love ___” — you, family, friend, it, interest, hobby — I reflect on moments when it becomes broader than, indescribable by this three-word phrase. …


…specifically on how we grapple with uncertainty, pain, and the pain of uncertainty. The idea to write this personal blog stems from unrelenting media on rising mortality (prominently Covid-, racial injustice-, police brutality-driven), reflecting on my grandfather’s funeral, and a recent incident involving a centipede in the living room.

Trigger…


I started writing this blog on my 25th birthday with a lighter topic of the younger- versus older-adult mindset. This week though has left my mind fixated on a much bigger conversation: increasing clamor on the unequal privilege in this world. This personal essay ended as a hybrid of whimsical…


Tuesday night in San Francisco

First, I am ok — thankful to be alive and recovering. Still, I want to ease my mind as quickly as my physical wounds have been healing. I’ve detailed what happened last week to many people I care about; but while I am usually very…

Berenice Leung

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