Unobstructed

It's been snowing for days at this point. A soft, knee-deep blanket of the stuff means it comes all ...

I used to worry about which parts of myself to share. The whole thing felt risky.

'Twas the night before Christmas—and I, myself, lost in thought—pondered writing a poem, but then op...

When I was a kid, a barred owl lived in the tree outside of my bedroom window. Until one day, it van...

Something about seeing a collection of letters all jumbled together makes me want to solve the puzzl...

Fear of letting people down is a hell of a way to move through the world. While drinking my morning ...

I keep learning new versions of acceptance.

I made an absolute mess and it made things so much more clear.

It's nice to know that real people and real writing can still fuck you up.

I used to do the post-it notes thing but it always messed me up.