About the columnist
I write most nights — usually with a cup of coffee that’s gone cold and a few too many thoughts I can’t turn off.
Somewhere between who I was and who I’m becoming, I started writing things down — about love, loss, identity, and everything in between.
It’s not polished or perfect. It’s just real.
Maybe you’ll see yourself in a few of these words. Maybe you won’t. Either way, I’m glad you’re here.