Heart Rot
On a winter trail run, a fallen beech tree with 67 rings and a hollow core sparks reflection on what's coming—and whether running can still clear my head.
collective sacrifice
Noticing What Matters: A Writer’s Reflection on Service and Civic Bonding
Standing nearly alone during military songs, I realized good writing begins by noticing what unsettles us. In divided times, we risk losing the shared trust that some things matter more than our differences—and that’s worth standing for.