Tending to joy
What if love was the meaning of everything? Paying attention to the light that brings the magic.
Threads of survival
What if dysregulation wasn’t the problem? What if not looking away was the salve?
The space to grow
Reflections on Thanksgiving, togetherness, and allowing myself the space to grow.
Trigger me, baby
What being triggered offers us and learning how to be uncomfortable. TLDR; I don’t need fixing.
The stories we tell
On the stories that hold us back when friendships fall away—there is no clarity without connection.
On self-preservation
Spiraling has never brought me clarity and understanding my role in the web of social change.
I am a beginner
Dispatches from October: on autumn, returning, gratitude, and being a forever beginner.