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An anniversary post, naturally
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.
Finding softness in DC, even when power tries to harden it.
What getting dressed taught me about presence, alignment, and choosing how I want to be understood.
A reflection on memory, and why summer makes us long for versions of ourselves that never really existed the way we remember them.
On media literacy, misinformation, and watching comprehension slip.
freshcuts
I used to dream of the job. The title. The proof. Now I dream of time—of walking without purpose, thinking without output, and showing up without a pitch. This is a meditation on what happens when we stop letting our work narrate who we are.
throughlines
A personal essay unpacking the myth of American exceptionalism, national identity, and cultural critique—exploring what remains when the American Dream fades: disillusionment, political grief, and the work of staying engaged.
essays
A communicator's confession: on language, misfires, and the performance of clarity.
beginnings
This is the first newsletter from Soft Cuts, and it begins with why I write at all.
beginnings
A gentle entry point into ideas, images, and in-betweens — where every edition takes its own shape.