New York City, late March. It has just snowed earlier in the week, and dry cold seeped through my old coat and deep into my bones. I made the acquaintance of an Australian girl, and together we braved the metro system at 11pm just so we could see the skyline at night. We talked about…

While debating whether or not I should take a digital detox, I scrolled too far down my own instagram feed (admit it; you do it too from time to time.) Instagram became my second journal when I wasn’t looking, a more polished version of the thoughts that constantly run through my mind. Some of these…

Ha! Trick Question. The truth, dear reader, is this: I am getting tired. And I am scared. And, sitting before my laptop, writing this in an empty room, my phone buzzing madly next to me as my friends and family reach out and comfort each other, I feel rather lonely. Sometimes, you cannot save the…

Lately, I have been thinking of the way my surrender will take shape this year. From the wildly outrageous (an explosive and tragically short fling in Italy; a modeling contract; a shade of blonde that actually suits my skin tone) to the more mundane (a side hustle doing product and marketing photography; even more time…