There was a stretch of time when I could read three books a week. When my biggest decision was which stack to pull from next. When my brain felt like a well-fed animal, stretching out in the sun. I miss that version of myself. The one who marinated in other people’s ideas. The one who had time to think beautiful, useless thoughts. Now I am learning in a completely different way. Not from pages, but from people. Not from theories, but from truths spoken directly to me, sometim

Dating in 2025 feels like binge-watching an entire relationship in a week.Instant spark. Instant access. Instant collapse. People message like they are ready for a memoir, then disappear like they were never real. We send paragraphs to strangers.We build inside jokes with people we have barely met. We offer full emotional availability with the speed of a loading bar. It is not intimacy. It is stimulation. And our bodies respond to it like it is the real thing. I am trying to

I haven’t always been obsessed with work. Maybe in my 20s. But it's happened again recently. Somewhere between losing a long-term relationship, starting over, and realizing that when you don’t have kids or a partner to orbit around daily, it’s easy to let work become the whole planet. It’s easier to pour into others. To be useful. To stay busy. It's harder to turn that same energy toward yourself. But that’s my job now: to focus on myself. I signed up for a photography works

I'm so angry. I’m angry at the kind of leadership that mistakes photo ops for policy. The kind that bulldozes encampments and calls it progress. The kind that builds fences instead of relationships. The kind that wins votes in the margins of the city and none of its central core. I live in and am very invested in Minneapolis. Every election cycle they promise compassion, coordination, and housing as a human right. What we get instead are press releases, vetoes, and fences aro