We Are Enough

I’ve been asking myself some simple questions since 2020, specifically about what it means to be both a writer and a healer. I continually wonder how exactly do I hold space for fear, grief, anger … for being uncomfortably numb or in a place where one just...

In Our Rest, We Come Alive

I think it’d be a travesty if I didn’t have somewhere in my archives, a record of a reference to COVID-19. That in the year 2020, a time I once imagined we’d have flying cars, Rosey the Robot, and the full confidence of knowing exactly how to use those blasted three...