Doesn’t healing sometimes feel like that portrait you’re pacing past; there, like art, reminding you how far you made it. That it’s OK to be good because you were always good. Isn’t healing happening…

Previously posted on TinyLetter Buckle up, it’s been a while. We are existing in a rocky world right now. We have wars happening on every side of us. From Ukraine to Sudan to Armenia to…

Previously posted on TinyLetter Friends, I wrote the following in a moment of being In The Feelings last week. I let myself sit with these words for a while, letting them work their way through…

Previously posted on TinyLetter My little summer fireflies, Yesterday, I had the pleasure of spending an hour of my morning talking about what it means to have our worldviews disrupted by proximity. To give…

Previously posted on TinyLetter Hello – is anyone still here? I haven’t written anything of value outside of an office-wide email noting dishes go in the dishwasher. My time has been so solely dedicated…

Previously posted on TinyLetter A Love Letter to My Body I think I learned very young to be ashamed of you. Of how you didn’t grow the boob size I hoped for, how my…

Previously posted on TinyLetter Because a few of you reached out – with genuine curiosity – here is what my brain and fingers composed at 30,000 feet high. A reflection of sorts to comb…

Previously posted on TinyLetter Writing to you with a tinge of grief today. I have mentioned before that I had a step-dad from the ages of three to thirteen. While he was in my…

Previously posted on TinyLetter Snowy Souls, Before logging on, I felt a deep sense of dread to see when I last sent out a tiny letter. The dread was eased when I realized it…