Category Archives: Writings

I’ve been overthinking—scratch that, extra thinking—about TikTok content. My metric is authenticity. But when something feels off, when my thoughts don’t sound like me, it’s like I’m toppling off a log into an ice-cold river. Sometimes I ask, “Okay, but what is me?” And that’s when doubt geysers up like Old Faithful, making me wantContinue reading “Finding Me in the Messes”

An aardvark stuffie toy brought over by Evelyn’s friend Robert was forgotten at our house. Reassuring him (via texting his mom), I asked which side of the bed the brown fuzzball preferred and what his snack preferences were. “Any side,” came the reply. “And pistachios and other nuts.” Meanwhile, my nervous system is a littleContinue reading “Board Game Bosoms”

I’m buzzing with excitement. My content on TikTok is getting more and more visibility—but even more meaningful than that, I’m developing friendships and finding support from other creators. That’s such a lovely aspect of the app I didn’t anticipate. What I also didn’t expect? To get a little therapized along the way. Recently, in responseContinue reading “Three Thousand Flowers”

Some people are just cowards, I tell my last client of the night. And it feels good—like a release. Like pounding a beer, crushing the can to my head, then slamming it to the ground with a “Huzzah!” Sometimes the stories I hear—the dehumanizing ones, the valueless ones—hit me hard, right between the eyes. AndContinue reading “Firefly Me to the Moon”

I’m really good at my job. Last night’s session brought that to mind. It was one of those late-night ones, the kind where I really should’ve been brushing my teeth and curling up in bed with the last 10% of my book. Usually, I’m soft-spoken — I listen, empathize, validate. But sometimes that’s not what’sContinue reading “Spit, Shake and Change”

I’m powering up—like a rocket launch. The grumble, the rumble, the shaky ground—it’s real. From the ashes, we rise. Sometimes I forget: social media isn’t just people connecting, it’s also people tearing down. And while I’d never put up with that in real life, online I’ve been too generous—handing out time, energy, and grace thatContinue reading “Grounded and Steady”

Thoughts chatter in my mind like the teeth of an uncoated child—buzzing like a live utility wire—and I’m without a tin hat. If I had a sword, I’d slice them clean, like that watermelon-cutting app: one thwap, and they’d melt into the floor. And then I’d be free—free to listen to the quiet, to hearContinue reading “Off With Your Head”

I think back to when my grandma’s brother and his wife parked their RV in my grandma’s driveway. Living next door, I had prime real estate for eavesdropping (eyedropping?). At the time, I’d never even heard of people living that way. My grandmother disapproved, of course, but to me they seemed glamorous—like runway models, onlyContinue reading “Imagine It’s National Waffle Day”

It’s on the tip of my tongue, the tip of my toes—this reachless thought calling my name. Likely good medicine, the kind needing a prescription, followed to a T. That’s not me. Yet, doctor’s orders. It’s a longing to lay outstretched, muscles unloaded, the permission and the push to unknot my knots. A shift—the flipContinue reading “The Eaglet and Me”