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

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...