• Confessions

    Castles in the Air

    “I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.” Jo March, Little Women -Louisa May Alcott- Sometimes I think the hardest thing about being human isn’t the trauma itself. It’s the whiplash of existing between two truths. On…

  • Field Notes

    Wildflowers, Fences, & the Fourth of July

    Reflections on blooming where you’re not expected to, quiet rebellion, and a little dandelion dirt under your fingernails I’ve been thinking about fences lately. The kind that divide up land like squares on a checkerboard, as if a life—or a country—could be measured in straight lines. The kind of fences…