My favorite form of writing is the kind that comes from a place of curiosity and vulnerability, which I attempt to bring that out in my personal essays. If I can make one person feel a little less alone in the world or a little bit more accepting of themselves and others, then i've done my job as a writer. Here are a few pieces I wrote that I'm proud of.
Open-ended: Navigating non-monogamy in san francisco
After six years in an incredibly rewarding monogamous relationship, my partner and I recently decided to open up.
I know: this is a vague statement that can mean a lot of things. Are we having sex with other people? Polyamorous? Monogamish? Relationship anarchists? Going through a phase?
tales of a highschool dropout
Like many public schools, my high school had a circular track of sidewalk that many students would walk laps around with their friends, gossiping about which cheerleaders were pregnant, juggling text books and banana-filled brown sacks, and tossing stink eyes and rolled up trash at the kids nobody liked. I was one of those kids.
A crooked morning
"Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange."