Hope came over today. She’s been stopping by frequently in the past months, often staying weeks on end. I’m usually elated when she’s around, but today it was difficult to see her again.

She’s an old friend, and not an infrequent visitor. Over the years she’s been a consistent figure…

For the majority of my life I’ve prioritized activity over stillness and quiet. It comes from a desire to fill my short life with as much fun as possible a love of experiences. Even as a child, I would go to bed asking “Mom, what are we going to do…

As a chronic optimist with a tendency to fill every second of life with fun, I’ve found pressing into the hard things in life a slow but incredibly freeing process. For years I lived as if I was allergic to anything painful. My life was a non-stop storm of activities…

In the midst of so much pain and chaos, I’ve been grateful for quarantine offering me an incredible time of peace and focus. My extroverted self has been thriving in a complete liberty from expectations (from others, and those I set for myself) on how to use my time. …

Social distancing means cleaning out Google Drive, where I found this piece I wrote last year while living in New York City. I wanted to keep a cheeky tone, but wrote out of a place of true frustration as I kept finding myself in scenarios where I had to —…

It was textbook flirting during summer in New York City. We were at a fundraiser at a bar in Chelsea, and you were tall and blonde, a head above the after-work crowd of young professionals. …

This summer I didn’t know what I wanted. I was dating for attention, and dating people who — looking back — I would have never wanted a future with. …

We locked eyes through the steamy eucalyptus mist, wrapped in our nubby cotton towels. I was breathless and shivering from a plunge in the ice pool, and his face was rosy from the steam room.

My fellow bather at the Russian Baths had a cropped beard and familiar, quirky smile…