A love letter to water and wind

I’ve loved figure skating for twenty years now. It’s pulling me…

They’ll have to drag me from Wisconsin

There is still so much to fight for.

Golden grief in a changing Northwoods

I’m scared of how much this place I love might change.

Why are my feelings so fleeting lately?

Am I the only one trapped on this roller coaster?

Moving with the music

NB: This essay is best read after you’ve listened to Little Oblivions

I’m too old to feel this young

I’m bad at imagining the future. I freeze anytime someone asks me for a five-year plan. I don’t know what…

What comes after a year of pandemic friendship?

Something to look forward to

On crying and change and Julien Baker.

Mourning baby birds as the world opens up

It started with three eggs. Smooth and blue. The kind of blue you only get on mornings…

How do you chase time if it doesn’t exist?

I’m trying to “be present”