JOURNAL

Stories, notes, and the things I keep circling back to.

For the things too long for Instagram and too important to forget.

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  • The Animals That Accidentally Raised Me

    I used to think I was the one raising the animals. Which is funny, considering most of them have spent their lives looking at me like I am barely qualified to operate a front door. There is something humbling about being responsible for creatures who cannot speak English but still manage to communicate disappointment with…

  • Things I Thought Success Would Feel Like

    I used to think success would announce itself. Not with a trumpet, necessarily, because even in my most dramatic seasons I like to believe I had some grip on reality. But I did think it would feel obvious. Like one day I would reach some invisible checkpoint and finally exhale in a way that made…

  • An Honest Ranking of the Creatures I Share My Life With

    I live with four animals, which means I technically live alone in the way a person “technically” owns the couch, the floor, the schedule, and any food item left unattended for longer than three seconds. There is Cash, my chocolate Lab and emotional support security system. Cash is loyal in a way that feels almost…

  • The Year Everything Fell Apart (And Why I’m Grateful It Did)

    I used to think falling apart would look more dramatic. I thought there would be some obvious before and after. A version of me standing in the middle of my life with smoke around me, fully aware that everything had changed. Instead, it was quieter than that. It was waking up tired after sleeping. It…

  • The Places That Feel Like Home (Even When They Aren’t)

    Some places stay with us longer than we stay with them. A road. A town. A house we never owned. A porch we only sat on a handful of times. A mountain view we passed so often it became part of the background, until one day we realized the background had been holding us up.…

  • What Nobody Tells You About Starting Over at 30

    Nobody tells you that turning 30 can feel less like entering a new decade and more like standing in the middle of your life holding a half-packed box, wondering if you forgot something important. At least, that is how it has felt to me. When I was younger, I thought 30 would arrive with some…