The Essays

I thought being called Auntie meant closeness would be automatic. Instead, I spent months waiting to be invited closer. I was recently preparing for a much anticipated happy hour with one of my closest friends, and as one does, I started to think when was the last time I saw this person. I realized I hadn’t seen her in four months, and only then realized I hadn’t seen her daughter in six months, and that was really sobering and heartbreaking for me. Eye-level view of a seren

Sitting between two life stages, and slowly making peace with the unglamorous reality of choosing a life your own. It was a dinner with four of my closest friends. These were women I have known and loved for years, all of them stood beside me at my wedding. We were at a restaurant, the kind of happy hour / dinner situation where you settle in, order too much food, and stay longer than you planned. And at some point, maybe halfway through the meal, I became aware of something

My why is systemic, making it both harder and easier than I expected After everything I laid out in the last post I expected to be confident in my decision. I thought that naming my why and all the details of it would feel like an exhale. It didn't quite work out that way. What I arrived at instead was something more complicated, and honestly more unsettling: the realization that my Big Why isn't moral or some deep fundamental truth about who I am at my core. Instead, it's sy