Writing to taste life twice

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...

I was recently told that you shouldn’t compare subsequent relationships with your first love; your first love is almost irrational and delusionall...

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...

  Writing About Boys is a collection of short essays exploring relationships and love.  Check out my first entry for the full introduction of thes...

 Writing About Boys is a collection of short essays exploring relationships and love. My friends will laugh when they read the title and say it is ...

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.