

Where I Stood
I don’t know who I am without this pain, without this aching for what is gone, what is broken. I do want to find out.
Feb 234 min read


First Reflection of 2025
I realize a lot of the same things over and over again, a little deeper each time, don’t I?
Jan 195 min read


Double Life
I don’t have to hold onto some static version of myself.
Dec 7, 20245 min read


Greeting the Boogeyman
There’s something about how joy strips fear of its power.
Nov 2, 20244 min read


Stepping Outside the Time Shelter
There’s hope in uncertainty, isn’t there?
Oct 18, 20243 min read


My Body is Mine. My Life is My Own.
Reflecting on a song by Orla Gartland, how the only way forward is through (not around), and the concept of grief titration.
Aug 17, 20244 min read


Letting Myself Be a Mosaic
What would it mean to let myself shine?
Jul 16, 20243 min read