I was tearing down a deep flight of stairs surrounded by other heaving bodies. We were running, because we were … More
Tag: friends
australia.
I keep waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes from the acid ravaging my esophagus from some annoying … More
imperfect.
I’m sitting in the dim of my kitchen, glass of pinot noir at hand, dead flower petals and strings of ear … More
talk.
Driving through the sunlit, endearingly gritty streets of Tacoma yesterday evening, I chat with my friend Ben after what felt … More
Reminder.
Brushing it off and saying “it’s just one of those days” is a disservice to yourself. It’s a cheat out of giving … More
Selves.
Sometimes in a moment alone after a thread of days spent around people for extended periods of time I’ll feel … More
Your True North.
In my favourite book The Virgin Suicides, after a first attempt at death, young Cecilia is asked post-slitting-of-the-wrists “What are you … More
Whirlwind.
It has been 13 days since soaring into the air towards Phnom Penh, Cambodia and two full back home, in … More
Casanova.
Watching someone you love and respect work on something passionately with focus, drive, and serious intent makes you want them … More
Extravagantly.
There are days when it feels like everything has been flecked with rose gold and hazel and honey. They are rare … More