Somewhere in all the in-betweens, I realized I needed a space that could hold all of me, not just the polished parts or the professional versions, but the raw, quiet, joyful, cracked-open bits too.
Let me tell you something. Today fucking sucked! I just found out the AC in my house is broken, and it's going to cost $3,000 to repair. The $400 coolant refill today didn't do jack shit, and it's 94 in Austin, Texas. While I was in India, a tree fell on my car and smashed the hood. I haven't even thought about getting a quote to fix it because... with what money? I'm going through a breakup, one that I haven't talked about publicly yet, and because we live together, it is a
A prompt I've been using for writing lately is to say something without saying it. Like, saying "I miss you," in a way that conveys the level of miss. It can be cheesy, like explaining how wide the ocean is as a comparison for the distance, or it can be simple, like longing for summer from a winter day. The point is to share more overtly what feels intense deep down and to avoid the overused popular expressions that lack sincerity. Also, maybe, because whoever you want to con
