Life
Moments from my mid-twenties in the Midwest — growing up, waiting, and rebuilding in real time. These pieces aren’t advice; they’re artifacts
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Good art makes you feel. It lets you leave carrying a portion of the artist in your care. It’s revived in every retell and dies a slow death hoping to make its way into our lives again. The same way the b-roll of our youth guest stars at the front of our consciousness without notice.…
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Dear Readers, It has been months since I last shared an update, and frankly, I am still processing my thoughts. Not for lack of trying or inspiration—there’s a collection of untitled and unfinished passages (much like the men—the mistakes of my past) waiting for me to revisit them. Rather, these life lessons are still cooking.…
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I only cried for us the first week. After that, my heart broke, not for us, but for me—for the time I lost, the self-doubt and insecurity it left me with, and the mourning of a person who hasn’t passed away. Before this two-year (too long) relationship, I was comfortable in my singleness, picky, and…
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When I was younger, I thought I would become a comedian. I was the Giving Tree, and I gave all that I had freely, but my favorite fruit to share was joy. I had some anxiety around the stage (and still do), but it was worth it to turn any room into my playground and…
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I wanted to get right into it because I know that “a non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” I’ve grown weary of reserving my words for moments of distress and for those who turned those moments into mountains I’m still scaling to this day. This is my attempt to reclaim my words from the…