What I've learned about the creative freedom hidden in good boundaries.

What do we do when we give everything we have to tell a good story and that story doesn’t have the impact we imagined?

How do we process our story before we know the ending?

For those of us who feel compelled to Get Sh*t Done, this is my recommitment to find beauty in being less efficient.

As the days ticked by until my wedding, morning twilight frequently found me sitting in pajamas with red spectacles and a messy bun, sipping from a large mug of coffee not quite large enough.

I’ve been thinking a lot about cancel culture and restorative justice. How do we hold people accountable for harm while also creating opportunity for growth? I don’t have the answer to that question, but I ponder it a bit more here.

In March of 2020, I wrote this piece for an online magazine I publish with. I like to come back to it from time to time, especially as I continue to redefine the world and myself post-COVID.

My therapist told me once that every relationship is a set of three chairs. My chair. Your chair. And our chair. The first thing I thought to myself upon receiving this metaphorical revelation was that it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.