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If you want to be a writer, you have to write. If you want to be a dancer, you have to dance. If you want to...

The year ahead is going to entail a lot of living on the edge for me, navigating the in-betweenness of feelings that pull me in opposite directions and attempt to tear me apart.

Most clearly...

I know the last couple newsletters have felt like a bit of a trudge. Here’s one of a different pace:

It’s about glowing the fuck up, which seems like a timely topic as we...

Go, even though there’s nowhere to go.

That’s a line from Cheryl Strayed’s The Truth that Lives There. It gutted me. Her words cut through to the deepest part of me that believes that...

Endings are an edge—small slivers of time when we are broken open and vulnerable, straddling the space between death and new life. 

We don’t look forward to endings, don’t want to even entertain their possibility...