I wear my heart on the sleeve of my dominant hand. Wield the pen as my sword on the quest for meaning in life’s most vulnerable seasons.

I translate emotions into language; not moments in time, but moments preserved.

As everlasting sources for reflection. As sacred spaces to grieve and to heal. As scripture of the experiences that shape who we are.

I believe in the power of words to connect us with ourselves, each other, and our shared humanity.

I create to make you feel.

loves

DECEMBER

The calendar’s annual grand finalé

golden hour

Not a sunset, but a sun-shatter into a million gilded sparkles

fuzzy socks

every.damn.day.

LIKES

BRUNCH

So superior it eats your lunch for breakfast

ambient lighting

#issavibe

deal-hunting

Skilled in the art of outfitting on $100 (or less)

INDIFFERENT

COOKING

Why cook when you could just … not?

BANANAS

Nobody’s favorite fruit

FOOTBALL

American or otherwise — we don’t discriminate

LOATHES ENTIRELY

45-47

Say less.

CHEESE PUFFS

The rotund orange gremlins of snack food