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

Nearly a decade ago, I was her first supervisor in her first professional job. She was bright, SO nervous, funny, and already sharper than she realized. I remember thinking this one is going to change things. And she did. We’ve stayed in orbit ever since, working in similar circles, pushing for (and against) many of the same things. Over time the dynamic shifted. She no longer needed guidance. She needed someone to see her clearly, to ask the right questions at the right time