On community, aging, and being held while everything shifts
Some messy, grateful thoughts about chosen family, getting older, watching my dad navigate a stroke, and realizing how much it matters to be held by people who really see you.
Thoughts
Things I’m trying to put words around.
Not a polished “blog,” more of a brain dump zone for whatever I’m turning over lately…music, food, raves, friends, family, getting older, and the random stuff that makes life feel like life.