Spending this much time deep in words and the craft of memoir essays is taking its toll. It’s lonely as much as it is healing.
This last year has been a beautiful battle between the lonely solo road and the side paths I find that bring solidarity, wonder and beautiful chaos into the journey.
I don’t know who I will find inside myself when I graduate and turn 37 next year - but whoever she is becoming...

She’s been writing a garden for herself, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll get to see it, too.

Onwards,