I'm trying to write things worth reading. Personal essays and short fiction on shame, grief, and the human experience.
Up There I'm Still Human
I point my arm straight to the sky. You follow the line from my armpit, elbow, wrist, middle finger, and then you join me, perfectly up, as I shoot off, through the air, birds, clouds, sky, a clearing, a frightening height, up up up and up. There’s a pause. Silence. I’m ten million feet in the air. The circumference of the earth fits in the palm of my hands. I look down at the earth. “Okay.” I don’t feel much. I take a little closer look. I want to get more out of this. You’re next to me, so ...
Up There I'm Still Human
I point my arm straight to the sky. You follow the line from my armpit, elbow, wrist, middle finger, and then you join me, perfectly up, as I shoot off, through the air, birds, clouds, sky, a clearing, a frightening height, up up up and up. There’s a pause. Silence. I’m ten million feet in the air. The circumference of the earth fits in the palm of my hands. I look down at the earth. “Okay.” I don’t feel much. I take a little closer look. I want to get more out of this. You’re next to me, so ...
I Grew Up on a Lavender Farm
My parents got married on a lavender farm. From ten to eighteen years old, I spent most weekends there, because that's where church was.
I Grew Up on a Lavender Farm
My parents got married on a lavender farm. From ten to eighteen years old, I spent most weekends there, because that's where church was.
I've Been Scrolling
Here are my thoughts on wasting time.
What Kind of Citizen Am I?
I ignored politics. I wanted to focus on the high leverage thing I controled — My work. If I got money and power through my work, I could change things.
What Kind of Citizen Am I?
I ignored politics. I wanted to focus on the high leverage thing I controled — My work. If I got money and power through my work, I could change things.
On Living With Your Mom
I've been living with my mom for the last six months.
