Unobstructed

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...