✍🏽 I'm not writing for now, I'm writing for always | Culture, Identity, and Humanity
Jun 9, 2026
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Soft, sweet, and slightly violated — like your neck.
2 min read
(for the fathers who call it love)
...... and other empty performances we need to retire.
She is not nothing. So she must be something.
Jun 8, 2026
May 20, 2026
Human Series
May 6, 2026
Twin baby boys, not yet one year old.
May 4, 2026
Other than dogs and cats, children are the only beings that simply require you to be a decent human being.
Apr 18, 2026
She is running, breathless, a toddler on her hip weighing her down, weaving through an airport that does not slow down for her.
Apr 8, 2026
5 min read
My father's biggest lie was never spoken with malice.
Mar 27, 2026
3 min read
we tolerate their whims.
Feb 22, 2026
The mind arrives first. The rest of you takes the slow road.
Feb 1, 2026
Women’s sports were never meant to be enough on their own.
Jan 16, 2026
I have lost so much in my life and kept walking.
Dec 19, 2025
We move through life under the mistaken impression that we can choose whether or not to pay.
Nov 27, 2025
I wake up tired.
Philosophy
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Nov 16, 2025
A blunt, unfiltered confession about the unbearable weight of expectations—and the self you lose beneath them
Nov 13, 2025
4 min read
