Reflections & Essays

Dear LinkedIn friends, It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I occasionally peek in and see your beautiful posts — the congratulatory balloons...

Missing you. It’s been 49 hours since you and her drove off in the beat up Saviero with the jammed trunk door and broken seat handle....

I heard all about it. How motherhood will suck out your identity. “Your life will change.” “Your child will take over everything.” “Be...

The art of writing is dead. That’s the name of my website, you know. The art of writing. Well, it died because of fucking ChatGPT. I...

I was dying. Fuck. I was dying. (At least that's what it felt like) It hit me in waves. Tumultuous, agonizing, hurricane-category-five...