A season of internal weather shifting — on clarity, boundaries, transactional gravity, and the quiet return to the self I’ve been carrying all along.
Weather Systems, Fertility, Grief, Overwhelm, and the Architecture of Work There are stretches of my life that feel less like chapters and more like weather systems—fronts that move in, linger, break apart, and shift without warning. I don’t always notice
Most people think care is a feeling. It isn’t. It’s a discipline — the quiet, unglamorous work of showing up where the world looks away. The ones who matter don’t rush to fix or judge. They sit in the mud with you until your eyes adjust. They bring a...
Linkedin From the Porch of the Asylum Between My Ears Signals, Systems, and the Canvas Breach That Wasn’t Just a Breach This week, a comment in a LinkedIn thread nudged something in me (Click on the LinkedIn button above for
Nutshell on the River’s Edge There are performances that feel like music, and then there are the ones that feel like someone opening a door they never meant to open. Nutshell from Alice in Chains’ MTV Unplugged set is the
Some Thoughts from the Asylum Between My Ears https://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/virginia-supreme-court-strikes-down-democrats-redistricting-plan-dimming-partys-midterm-hopes/4101927/ There’s a fever in the heartland, and Virginia has been running its own version of it for a long time. People keep saying SCOVA “got it right.” No. The court didn’t
A little Duck Duck Goose! There are days when the ego cards get stacked in ways I can’t control. Not by merit. Not by skill. Just stacked. I’m handed a scenario that feels unwinnable, or at least engineered to be.
Hansel and Gretel Some stories only reveal their true shape when you return to them with older eyes. Hansel and Gretel is one of those stories for me. As a child, I inherited the faith‑polished version: the witch as hellfire,
Literacy isn’t always limited to reading Every so often, a conundrum wanders across the asylum between my ears and refuses to leave quietly. The latest one arrived through a familiar doorway: someone encountering information that didn’t fit their existing frame