I just want to be like my late great-grandma. I want a kajillion plants in my home—and the daily ritual of misting them with love and water. I imagine myself standing by the window, breathing with them, exhaling the carbon dioxide they drink up like fuel. Naturally, my house is already full of plantitas (littleContinue reading “The Plumeria Paradox: What Happens When a Dream Withers and Then Blooms”
