I love hearing real, true, human experiences.

How do you measure, measure a year?

It’s hard to believe the fullness and the fallenness I can feel within such a short timeframe.

Why do we put on airs for strangers but bring our ugliest selves to those we love?

Wanting to keep a hangout small does not make me a mean person.

“You ready? You ready? You’re gonna get this. You’re gonna tear it up!”

I'm opening space for something new, and I don't know what that's gonna look like.