What to do with all this rage
A reluctant essay about a necessary feeling.
A reluctant essay about a necessary feeling.
yes, it's mostly tongue-in-cheek.
On unpacking, ranking, and dedicated to those who sit on my heart shelf.
Reflecting on death and buried ledes under a blood moon lunar eclipse.
An anniversary post, naturally
On generosity as identity, the pattern it builds over time, and being the emergency contact friend.
On the strange freedom of a city that hasn't heard of you yet.
On being the wrong fan in the right moment — and what sports actually does for people who need it to mean something.
I'm back and I have a lot to tell you - starting with my jaw.
September carries a strange gravity. It is the month where sunlight lingers and shadows sharpen, where nostalgia rubs up against urgency.
Everyone has their version of this story. Here's mine.
Beyond contracts and ceremonies, marriage is really a practice of presence: two people showing up again and again, still themselves, but better together.