Imagine a moment of desperation: If you had to raise as much money as possible in just 24 hours, relying solely on the generosity of the people in your life, how much could you gather?
Congrats! You made it to Day 6 of your New Year's Resolution efforts.
This is my final newsletter of 2024, which means it’s time to share my favorite music from the year.
This past week, I read a short story—only about 200 words long—that has lingered in my mind ever since.
The hardest part of writing a novel wasn’t putting one hundred thousand words on paper—it was realizing I might never let anyone read them.
Imagine if one of your worst moments—a regrettable outburst—was recorded and published without your consent for the entire world to see.
I stared out the window of the coffee shop, a gray overcast blanketing the sky, a brisk wind blowing autumn’s leftover leaves.
I glanced down at my phone, noticing a text from my old friend, Kellie, who I hadn’t heard from in a while.
I stared at the prophetic octopus as it twisted and glided around its tank.
