Pour Into Your Twenty
Belonging is a science, not a slogan. Here’s what I believe we owe the 20 people closest to us.
I Was 2 Inches Short, So I Made Art
Joy stopped being optional for me 2 years ago. Here’s what I built to hold it.
How to Host for People Who Notice the Napkins
Five courses, ten people at most, three hours, and about $10 to $15 a head. This one was a hen party. Cornish hens, that is…
I Own Air Conditioning and Use It Like a Fire Extinguisher
A box fan costs about 2 cents an hour. Air conditioning costs more, and so does the argument over the thermostat. I pick the window.
A Letter to the Daughter I Raised Alone
I have started this letter more times than I can count. This is the version I finally let myself finish.
The Visit I Keep Postponing
My sister lives ten minutes from the facility. I get a shot at seeing her once a quarter, if the trip even lines up.
Thirsty for Hydration or Thirsty for Clout?
On Stanleys, bottle bling, and what a $45 cup is really doing for us right now.
I Didn’t Outgrow Those Friendships. I Disappeared From Them.
On ghosting, therapy, and finally learning how to stay.
Grandma Beulah Never Got to Hold Me, and She’s Been Holding Me Ever Since
My paternal grandmother died two weeks before I was born. I’ve been listening to her ever since, and the times I didn’t, it cost me.
Walter Is Getting Older and I’m Not Ready
A six-year-old French Bulldog, the math on his lifespan, and everything he’s carried me through that I never carried for him first.