Writing to taste life twice

I remember feeling embarrassed the first week of high school when I made friends with a girl who asked me if I had ever kissed someone before.  Sh...

When my brother and I were little, we would play a game on our annual family road trip to Vermont that only we understood. (Others in the car tho...

Staying resilient in moving towards what your heart wants.  Let's unpack rejection, things not working out in your favor, and feeling let down. Mo...

When I am among trees, they don’t ask anything from me except to be me - all I have to do is be present with my own feet on the ground. I don’t ha...

When I talk about Hilary to lacrosse friends, they say, "Oh yeah, I had a poster of her on my bedroom wall growing up." 

Because seeing others walk to the beat of their drum makes me feel like getting out my own drum and start walkin’ too. 

“Who are we when we are together with no one but ourselves?”

  Sometimes we need a holiday to celebrate someone or send notes of gratitude. On birthdays and Valentine's days, I always think to myself...

An essay about processing life through music. Written while listening to 11 Hours - Branchez Remix / Wet on repeat.  6 minute read.  Sometimes I ...

Becoming Cindoodles -  a personal essay about painting as a way of healing.