I want for you what you want for yourself.
34,000 Feet
Wyoming, halfway. An essay about my time here so far.
The Allegory of the Dirty Dishes
Some people hate washing dishes. I like them, oddly. Here’s why.
How to Have a Good Day
Every moment, I am hoping to grow a little.
Cruising Altitude: A Poem
On takeoff, I saw these two people hold hands from across the aisle on a very small airplane. This poem is birthed from that image.
