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Things that co-exist
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...
Things that co-exist
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...
Glow the f*ck up!
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...
Glow the f*ck up!
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...
Pulling back the curtain
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 walking...
Pulling back the curtain
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 walking...
Endings are an edge
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...
Endings are an edge
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...
Everything might not be ok
“I really think there’s a lot of potential here.” I perked up at the comment from the director of our production house as we chatted about Mixed over coffee. His tone,...
Everything might not be ok
“I really think there’s a lot of potential here.” I perked up at the comment from the director of our production house as we chatted about Mixed over coffee. His tone,...
Don't Quit.
My apartment has become a mini warehouse—hundreds of boxes have taken over the space where my coffee table belongs and racks of clothing line the living room.
Don't Quit.
My apartment has become a mini warehouse—hundreds of boxes have taken over the space where my coffee table belongs and racks of clothing line the living room.