Rewritten
Sometimes, the year ends exactly where it needs to: not in grand finales or clean epilogues, but in the quiet return of something that once felt impossible.
Heartbeat
The Last Goodbye
We talked about the future—the life we weren’t going to have. And although we clung to the fantasy, the dread lingered in the background like a loaded gun on the table. There was no saving this bright thing.
The Day I Asked Google If Gay Dragons Could Get Pregnant
It started off innocently enough searching for answers to questions like, what’s too steamy? How many thrusts is too many thrusts? Is a metaphorical shower scene safe if nobody gets explicitly rinsed? Does anyone know??
Galaxy and Other Bad Influences
His office smelled like cigarettes and leather—surprisingly masculine, possibly intentional. He looked around 42, maybe 45. Tall, graying, with a lean build and a way-too-fitted sweater that hugged his chest and emphasized his arms. He dressed in shades of gray, like a fog bank with opinions.
Fast, Fluffy, and Furious
I’m usually pretty organized. The kind of person with alphabetized spice racks and a backup phone charger in every bag. But every once in a while, life throws me a curveball—like a last-minute call from a PR client asking me to meet them outside the Del Mar Thoroughbred
How Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and Louis Tomlinson Speak the Same Language
What binds Cohen, Buckley, and Tomlinson is not genre or fame. It’s something quieter and more sacred. They stood apart, each in their own time, each in their own way. And in doing so, they created work that doesn’t just last, it lives.
The Break Up: When the Soulmate Shit Doesn’t Work
Day after day he left sweet messages on my phone, notes on my pillow and said that nothing was right before I came into his life. But as good things do and time and circumstance swirl up the dirt at our feet, a thing happened.