I’ve been silent here lately. Silent everywhere, in fact. I have so much to say, but the words have been coming to me in private, in these bursts of notes on my phone, in conversations I’m having in my mind — all concealed. My silence is not consent to what…

America in 2016 is about the individual to the detriment of everyone else. You’re too “politically correct” if you care about anything beyond yourself, if you believe that the emotional safety of others is just as important as their physical safety. This is a pussy move in 2016. …

When “they” talk about self-love, they’ll tell you about bathtubs by candlelight and special dates you take yourself on and sips of tea in front of rainy windowsills. They make love sound like a bizarre fever dream where everything is wonderful. But love is not that fever dream. And self-love…

I have a love/hate relationship with the internet. While I love that I can easily put my creative work into the world and build an audience around the type of art I want to create, I have a disdain for how much unpaid work I have to do. Almost everything…

Here’s the thing about clarity: I know a lot of us want it. We want the clear picture, the path, hell, maybe even the next step. We feel like we’re in the dark a lot. There’s a reason why every time I write about feeling “lost” a lot of people…

You don’t need more motivation. You don’t need to be inspired to action. You don’t need to read any more lists and posts about how you’re not doing enough. We act as if we can read enough articles and enough little Pinterest quotes and suddenly the little switch in our…

Love — be it romantic, self, or otherwise — is rascally. A few undiligent weeks and you can lose yourself, parts of you breaking off in pieces as the sun rises and sets. You can’t go on cruise control, ignoring the shifts and starts and stops that the cultivation of…

credit Imagine you have this well inside of you which is full of ideas, philosophies, thoughts unique only to you. Imagine there’s talent in so much of what you do, that you feel possessed by your need to share the interior of your mind with others. Imagine you have a…

Most of my writing is purposefully measured. I equivocate on my opinion, not because I don’t have one, but because I believe we’re in a time of increasing divisiveness — and I choose not to add to that conversation. In a way, I think this post will end up feeling…