versions of the truth

The Art of Falling Apart

With shocking regularity I find that being an adult often means breaking down completely as though I will never be able to hold any more information or feeling within myself. I know I was a tough kid because I didn't cry often. I learned not to because my father wanted a son but I was a… Continue reading The Art of Falling Apart

musings, writing

I’m Not a Brand

This month I have felt conflicted creatively. More and more when I write, take pictures or create art I am pushing myself to share it online. Do I want to make money off of it? The short answer is: of course. But there's a more nuanced answer that is also true. I want what every… Continue reading I’m Not a Brand