I'm notorious for Instagram captions that are a paragraph or more long. On a Saturday morning, you will usually find me reading through the New York Times in ridiculously red fluffy slippers. My coffee order is an Americano with a splash of white mocha and I'm a Six on the Enneagram.
For the better part of nine years (eight-ish, technically, with a hiatus in 2018) I've written the words on my heart in this little corner of the internet. I never wanted to be a writer. I never dreamed that this would be my creative outlet. But I know there's a reason for this fire in my belly -- the one that stirs with words in my soul.
I believe this space is the real-time testament of my life. It hasn't always looked or sounded the same but it's always included the busted, broken and absolutely beautiful. It's the place where I make much of the undeserved abundance I've received in the mess they call the middle.
I'm glad you're here.
Much love, internet (maybe real-life) friend.
