I know now I was grieving something , the death of an ambition. I started attending reading events at Green Apple Books, my local bookstore, because it was something I liked in grad school, and I had to get myself out of the house. Going to those events was (is) a way of traveling without moving; they have afforded me an incredibly valuable... See more

I needed somewhere to write, to integrate what I had learned while my world was being reshaped. The MA was a study of imagination and the first of its kind in that it was a scholarly pursuit but also soul work and deeply transformational.

Substack became that. It became the place where I set out to figure out what I think and endeavour to give words... See more

Essays often begin in heartache, something unsettled, but as I follow it, the ache cracks open into something that doesn’t erase the heaviness but makes it breathable. When I write abstractedly about my own heartbreaks, it feel raw, almost indulgent to share. But then come the replies. Sometimes strangers tell me my words had helped them love... See more