You lurked. For days, sometimes weeks. Not because there was a rule about it but because you understood, instinctively, that you had just walked into a room full of people who already knew each other. So you listened. You figured out who the regulars were. You learned the culture, the
Cardinal Mboya was halfway through the Gospel reading when Pope Francis II felt it. That first unmistakable cramp. The kind that makes time stop and negotiations begin between your body
I can't stop thinking about the Philippines. I've been fascinated by the country for years now. It started with Filipino co-workers and my curiosity about their
I’ve been thinking about what it means to be a writer, not in the sense of success or craft, just in terms of what actually happens. What we make.
If you leave a twelve-step adherent alone in a room with a bottle and no escape, they will drink. Not because they crave alcohol, but because they cannot bear to
I give, I give, I never take
We used to be protected by friction. If someone wanted to know what you said, they had to be there. They had to listen. They had to care. That effort, the act of witnessing, was part of the social contract. You could speak freely because you trusted the weight of the moment would carry your meaning.
Have you ever noticed that sometimes you need to live in a space before it tells you how it wants to live with you? That’s what I told Anna
I don’t internalize wisdom because I hear it; I internalize it because I live it.
Mistakes get screenshotted and immortalized, leaving people with a kind of digital scarlet letter.
