I’ve been journaling for over 30 years—stream-of-consciousness mostly, unfiltered and unfinished. Writing is how I make sense of what doesn’t always make sense out loud. It’s where I work through questions, contradictions, and feelings that don’t fit into neat categories.
This space isn’t about offering perfect answers. It’s about capturing moments of honesty—frustration, doubt, clarity, grief, resistance, all tangled together. Whether I’m writing about pain that doesn’t show up on a test, trust that’s worn thin, or the quiet ways we carry what we’re not supposed to talk about, this blog is my way of holding space for what’s real.
I work in helping professions. I navigate systems. I raise a child. I listen deeply. And sometimes, I get tired of being polite about the things that hurt.
This is where I write what I can’t always say. If it resonates, I’m glad you’re here.