Unobstructed

Lately, my mind's felt a bit like a tangled pair of headphones, and I've been thinking a lot about t...

I noticed two interesting things when reading this morning.

The Unobstructed Podcast: Episode 33 This episode of The Unobstructed Podcast is about rediscovering...

As I walked into the kitchen this morning to make coffee, I spotted my neighbor in their driveway.

On the scariest drive I’ve ever done, I'd been pulling a U-hual trailer through a mountain pass duri...

2,000 miles away from Jackson, Wyoming, I drove through Vermont’s backroads feeling very, very far a...

I grew up in the aftermath of 9/11. As an American, I watched on TV as men marched through the stree...

This morning I could see the cold before I could feel it. Outside, the air was dull but the trees we...

Let me ask you something. Think of your favorite movie for a second... once you've got it, I want yo...

I was scrolling and had to laugh at the contrast of what I saw.

When we first started dating, my partner mentioned I'd seemed unenthused at times or that I didn't h...

I stared at my phone completely dumbfounded last night while getting ready for bed.

On any given day, I’m somewhere between deleting myself from the internet and knowing that I’ll show...

I’ve been thinking a lot about how people used to tell stories and how that’s changed. Stories were ...

Today I did two things I never really do anymore. One kind of led to the other. I don't know what ma...

I'm proud of myself. That's not something I say very often. In fact, I couldn't remember the last ti...

I've been thinking a lot about how people used to tell stories and how that's changed. How all of us...

Every day, I start my morning pages the same way.

Some days, you discover you're still cradling a coffee mug that's gone cold.

Chicken fried rice has such a consistent, distinct smell—for the most part. That peppery, garlicky, ...

Daylight soaked through the window by my shoulder. With a book laying open in my lap, I looked up to...

It’s the beginning of January and I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, staring down at the phone in my...

Other than the podcast I was listening to, the only sound I heard came from tires sloshing through t...

I used to dream of hitting a big, fat pause button that could stop time. Those dreams offered little...

Today while food shopping, I watched as someone got into position and blocked the doorway.

Last night I logged into Instagram and had an identity crisis.

After recovering from a mental health crisis about 10 years ago, running became a staple in how I le...

The past few days have been downright frigid. Single digits, windy, snowy, blustery—all of it.

When I started writing this daily email series, I hoped it would make me a better writer and communi...

On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say. Isobel recently b...

On the other end of the phone, my mom was aghast. "You sound terrible" she'd said. Laying on the cou...

It's cold outside; snowing, even. According to the thermostat on the wall, my spot on the couch is w...

On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say.

Last night, a couple hundred of us held our collective breath while staring at someone in a dimly li...