A picture tells a thousand words. But the tire treads of my dad’s cars? Imagine the stories they could tell.

No one questioned my motives, they just moved out of my way.

It's time to be out and proud

When Sorrow Gets Stuck, and Unstuck

A curly red wig, a caftan, and some chunky accessories are all one needs to conjure the surprisingly beloved Helen Roper.

Finding my way back to long-form writing. Thank you and RIP, Twitter.

On finding and expressing my true self

Striving for academic achievement put me on autopilot. Now, I am finally feeling my way through liminal space.

Sometimes it’s better not to drop, cover, and hold