bananas and some ruminations on loveMy friend told me once that with 8 billion hearts alive, breaking, healing, beating all at once, how is every story not a love story?...
warm fuzziesThe highest tide I have ever seen was 1:05am on a Thursday night in the middle of December. Waves crashed over and above and around me,...
smells and stuffMy junior year smelled like lavender and warm cinnamon apples. Wind tip-toed in through my opened window as I touched base every few...
infatuation i believe in mornings i believe in rigid finger tips and red noses in ears hidden under beanies and the dragon puff of breath as the...
feather's restThe past three years have been marked by movement and constantly trying to do and be better and only stopping to rest for a hot second...
walking betweenMy room is a time capsule. Everything that happens here seems to stay here, seems to exist in a neat vacuum I call mine. Inside my room,...
on letters to incarcerated peopleDo something with lasting importance. Not something that will blow like chaff in the wind. But something meaningful. And important....
cotton candy skiesSometimes I feel like if I can reach high enough, I can tear off part of a cloud, and for a moment, I can trick myself into thinking that...
crayola crayonsCrayola crayons line the streets of San Francisco. They’re not really crayons, of course, but sitting in the back seat, shoulder...