Existential dread, religious trauma, and being very fun at parties.

I will probably not follow through on this.

A view from onstage, featuring a microphone in the foreground and an out-of-focus audience behind.

On Performing Grief

Around the second anniversary of my father's death, I started trying to breathe through my mouth when I cried. I picked this up in an acting class that is all about applying the Meisner Technique to singing, so noticing and following our emotions is a big part of

Starlings flying in a formation that looks like a meta-bird, backlit by a sunset fading into twilight.

On Complicated Grief and Seasonal Obsessions

Last week marked the three-year anniversary of the apocalypse sky. Which means it’s also been three years since my father’s cancer diagnosis and the beginning of our search for a temporary home in the Sacramento area to support him. By November, we had packed up the cottage and

Existential dread, religious trauma, and being very fun at parties.

On Performing Grief

On Complicated Grief and Seasonal Obsessions

Again, I will probably not follow through on this.