Some weeks ask more of you than you feel like you have to give. Last week was heavy.And this week didn’t let up either. My sister was going through a crisis, and everything in me shifted into caretaker mode. The goal was simple: keep her out of the hospital. That meant infusions, multiple times during […]
At 4:00 a.m., everything feels louder. The alarm. The silence. The thoughts I try not to think during the day. I get up in the dark, move through my routine half-awake, and leave the house by 5, at the latest 5:10. By the time most people are waking up, I have already been awake for
Recently, I changed companies, but not careers. I am still doing the same work, carrying the same experience, perspective, and understanding of what I bring to the table. On paper, very little changed. And yet, the transition reminded me how much belonging is shaped by environment. The same qualities that felt understood in one space
Last night, a little after 2 a.m., I was woken up because my sister got sick. There are a few things I dislike more than vomit.The smell. The sound. The way it lingers in the air longer than you want it to. It is one of those experiences I would avoid at all costs if
There comes a point where expression stops being about the moment and starts becoming about what remains. For a long time, writing felt like a response to experience. A way to process what I saw, what I felt, and what I was learning in real time. But over time, I’ve started to think differently about
