I’ve been having some important conversations about vulnerability lately, because it seems to be laid on thick around here, for myself an...

I’ll spare you the messy details, except to say this: I loved someone deeply, and they left suddenly and swiftly after many years togethe...

I was over a year in to the first “big kid” job I’d ever had, which was simultaneously the worst job I’ve ever had, and I knew that somet...

I was in the middle of my twenty-fifth year of life when a well-timed phenomena occurred: I was thrust into a quarter life crisis. There w...

I’m in a rough time of my life. First came the stir, the beginnings of my quarter life crisis. And the more I sat in that state of crisis...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve called myself a writer, but I’ve always believed that I am horrible at fiction writing. I’ve believed...

Welcome, fellow traveler, to my exploration of what it means to have a blog. A bit about me. I'm a musician, social worker, young profess...

Shame is a debilitating experience for many of us. It’s that voice in our heads that tells us we aren’t good, or good enough, that encour...

As a queer-feminist-activist-social worker, privilege is a topic of ongoing conversation in my life. Gender. Race. Class. Sexual orientat...

I bought a plane ticket. I bought a plane ticket a mere two weeks after buying a car. My first car. A nice car. I have a car payment now,...