Dancing in the Ruins

I ventured out on my own for the first time since the strokes — to see Above & Beyond live. It wasn’t just about music; it was about reclaiming independence, redefining healing, and realizing that moving on doesn’t mean leaving everything behind.

File This Under Adulting

Adulting isn’t just bills and groceries—it’s the heavy weight of making decisions alone after years of partnership. From bad floors to life-changing choices, I’m learning how to carry it.

Free Speech, Funerals, and Fractured Floors

The world feels like it’s gone off the rails. Between broken floors, broken politics, and the broken idea that we can’t speak ill of the dead, I’ve been wrestling with grief, free speech, and the double standards we’re drowning in. Some people deserve kindness after death. Others deserve honesty. Either way, we shouldn’t be told to keep quiet.

Back in the Saddle, Kind Of

Last night in Appalachia reminded me that not every dream has to go viral. Sometimes yelling into the void—or into the wasteland—is enough.