May you be remembered with fondness. May those that loved you in your humanity be brave enough to continue creating a world that is kinder and serves your vulnerable brothers and sisters whether that be through education, art, relationship, advocacy, community events, or public expressions of grief.

I doodled a smiley face on the breakfast tracker sheet half an hour before life gave me a reason to google the biological processes of death. I wanted to know how long he’d been there like that before I found him. I’m now in a vicious staring contest with grief; the pulsing risk of my vocation, more of a guarantee than a risk, really.

Sometimes our uncomfortable feelings are not entirely the fallout of a trauma trigger, but righteous anger caused by injustice.

Can I really earn passive income from organizations that contribute to social injustice? The truth is uncomfortable.

I can’t decide if continuing to attend church is brave and essential to my eternal spiritual welfare, or masochistic and twisting metaphoric

an OCD confessional

my love letter to literature that kept July inspired

while I read an abundance of kind messages on post-it notes decorating the drive thru window, I wondered about ways we can show kindness ...

a river valley, addiction, and divine love.