Journal
Grief, Lightly Salted
Not all grief is loud. Some of it doesn’t cry.It doesn’t cancel your meetings or send flowers to your door.It just… lingers. Quietly. Like background noise you stop noticing until...
Grief, Lightly Salted
Not all grief is loud. Some of it doesn’t cry.It doesn’t cancel your meetings or send flowers to your door.It just… lingers. Quietly. Like background noise you stop noticing until...
On Plans, Power, and the Illusion of Control
There’s a particular kind of planning that isn’t really about productivity at all.It happens when you’re unanchored — when the ground feels slippery, or when the people and institutions around...
On Plans, Power, and the Illusion of Control
There’s a particular kind of planning that isn’t really about productivity at all.It happens when you’re unanchored — when the ground feels slippery, or when the people and institutions around...
The Art of Not Performing
There’s a version of me that lives online.She’s composed. Capable. Occasionally funny.She wears good sweaters and answers emails quickly and knows what she’s doing most of the time. She’s useful....
The Art of Not Performing
There’s a version of me that lives online.She’s composed. Capable. Occasionally funny.She wears good sweaters and answers emails quickly and knows what she’s doing most of the time. She’s useful....
When You’ve Outgrown Your Own Life
It doesn’t usually happen all at once. No fireworks. No dramatic undoing.Just a quiet shift. A vague restlessness. The creeping suspicion that you’ve built a life that fits… but barely....
When You’ve Outgrown Your Own Life
It doesn’t usually happen all at once. No fireworks. No dramatic undoing.Just a quiet shift. A vague restlessness. The creeping suspicion that you’ve built a life that fits… but barely....
The Season of Small Feasts
October always feels like a sigh. Not a sad one.Not a weary one.More like the exhale you didn’t know you were holding until the air turned cool and your body...
The Season of Small Feasts
October always feels like a sigh. Not a sad one.Not a weary one.More like the exhale you didn’t know you were holding until the air turned cool and your body...
Saying No Without a PowerPoint
There’s an art to saying no.Most of us haven’t mastered it.We’ve mastered explaining no.Justifying it. Softening it. Wrapping it in context and bullet points and a little laugh to show...
Saying No Without a PowerPoint
There’s an art to saying no.Most of us haven’t mastered it.We’ve mastered explaining no.Justifying it. Softening it. Wrapping it in context and bullet points and a little laugh to show...