You Can Be Whatever You Want to Be
Written in script and framed in pink is a poem, a gift recently rediscovered that feels all too appropriate to…
Written in script and framed in pink is a poem, a gift recently rediscovered that feels all too appropriate to…
The end of the year offers a potent time for reflection. Work is suspended, traditions honored, and there’s a sense…
Source is something I think about a lot. Maybe I’m an oddity in this department, but when I drink my…
Do you know the story of Krakatoa? It was an island in the Pacific Ocean, situated in the Sunda Strait…
Happy Fall, y’all! Monday 22 September marked the equinox, the time of the year when time hovers, just for a…
I quit social media. (More on that in a minute) In last week’s newsletter, I shared that I had been…
“I don’t have time.” I’ve heard this excuse so many times, I could wallpaper my office with variations of it….
I love later. It’s that mythical, magical time in the future where suddenly all the time, inspiration, knowledge will magically…
I was on a call with someone who was wrapping up a (second) masters and trying to figure out what…
The sun had set, but the sky had refused to darken, casting the world in pinks, blues, and purples. My…