PinnedPublished inWrite Every DayStill a Kind of Grace.I find it almost amusing, the way meaning hides itself in the moment only to reveal its face in hindsight. The dots refuse to align while…Aug 26A response icon7Aug 26A response icon7
Everything I Cannot Name YetThere’s a kind of numbing that sets in when you look inward for too long. The mind starts to throb, not from noise, but from the way…2d ago2d ago
Skin I Keep SheddingAnecdotes of becoming, breaking, and being almost seen4d agoA response icon14d agoA response icon1
Conversations I Should Have Had SoonerAnd courage starts speaking in a voice that sounds like mineNov 9A response icon1Nov 9A response icon1
The Things I Don’t Say Out LoudBecause honesty has a way of costing you something you didn’t know you were paying forNov 5A response icon1Nov 5A response icon1
What Stays After the UnsaidA study in silence, choice, and the lives we never liveOct 29A response icon2Oct 29A response icon2
When the Silence Looks Like Peace — Part Oneand the heart learns to live without the sound of its own name being calledOct 28A response icon1Oct 28A response icon1
Published inWrite Every DayWhen people say things they do not meanlearning the language of silence, one disappointment at a timeOct 24A response icon1Oct 24A response icon1
Tired, and Somehow Still HereThere are no rules to living, are there? So, somehow, everyone — myself included (and I must remember to include myself; I keep forgetting…Oct 22A response icon1Oct 22A response icon1
All the Wishing Stops HereI tell myself I can live with being the villain, that the weight of a coarse personality is something I can bear. It sounds brave in my…Oct 19A response icon2Oct 19A response icon2
