The Beautiful Complexity of Being Human
On growing older, feeling connected, and the extraordinary things happening in ordinary moments. My husband and I were driving through Chapel Hill, North Carolina, today. We lived here in our twenties. We had our first child here. We spent years navigating the peculiar combination of youthful ambition, financial uncertainty, and the terrifying realization that we…
A Little Mad, a Lot Curious, and Constantly Contemplating Murder.
I've heard people say that anyone capable of dreaming up fictional murders, elaborate crimes, and deeply disturbed characters must be a little mad themselves. And, well. I can't entirely argue with that. I have spent a rather impressive portion of my life existing somewhere between reality and the elaborate, occasionally unsettling worlds I've constructed inside…
My Book Is Out. Now What the Fuck Do I Do?
My book is out. Published. Available for purchase. Sitting on people's bookshelves and Kindles, existing in the world entirely independent of me. And now? Well. What the fuck do I do? For some reason, I imagined the days following my debut novel's release would feel frantic. Not necessarily in the holy shit, I've sold a…
The People Who Show Up
The dichotomy of discomfort. I've been thinking a lot about disappointment lately. Not the catastrophic, life-altering kind. The quieter variety. The kind that settles somewhere beneath your ribs and makes itself comfortable before you've even decided whether it deserves to be there. The kind that comes from people you love. I've always believed that most…
Perfectly Chaotic: A Glimpse Inside My Head
I never thought I'd be a blog person. Seriously. If you'd asked me a few months ago whether I could envision myself voluntarily sitting down to write about my everyday experiences, emotions, and the seemingly endless collection of nonsense rattling around inside my head, I probably would have laughed. And yet, here I am. Blogging.…
125 Pounds of Love, Loyalty, and Occasional Flatulence.
On finding freedom in the most unexpected companion. This morning, I woke up while the world was still dark. After two extraordinarily busy days, there was something almost indulgent about the silence. No conversations. No obligations. No immediate demands for my attention. Just me, the darkness, and the occasional sip of espresso. The dogs were…