Monthly Archives: November 2022

confession: hi. i love you. it’s been a while. or rather, it has been a longer-than-long week since i sat to write to you. i’ve been thinking about you, carrying you with me as i walked among redwoods and stared … Continue reading →

confession: this week i feel extra vulnerable. expressing vulnerability requires courage and trust. courage comes easily enough to me. trusting is a challenge. confession: i have social anxiety. i’ve had it since high school. i know precisely when and what … Continue reading →

confession: this afternoon i waited in another medical office waiting room. this waiting room had more windows allowing natural light and corresponding friendlier waiting room staff. i was waiting in the waiting room for more information or relief, satisfied with … Continue reading →

confession: if you want to join the vibe to which this post was written, we’re listening to abhi the nomad singing “sex n’ drugs” on repeat. we’re usually listening to something on repeat. we often pause to get out of … Continue reading →