I Wish You Knew Me Now
I’ve spent almost four decades being known in fragments. My family knew the overwhelmed child. Friends knew me inside particular seasons. Colleagues got to see me in my element. Some people stayed. Some left. Some I disappeared from, and some I chose to leave behind. Every one of those versions of me was real. None was the whole person. I think I’m finally ready to let you know me now.
You Can Have My Labor, But Not My Soul: Moral Resilience in Higher Ed
A reflection on moral resilience, rebuilding, and the line between offering your labor and giving yourself away. For anyone trying to do meaningful, values-aligned work without burning themselves down to do it.
For Whom
What does it cost to seem okay?
For Whom is a spoken word poem for the strong friends, quiet strugglers, brilliant overfunctioners, and anyone who has ever carried more than they showed.
A visual meditation on mental health, survival, and the ache of being praised for what almost broke you.
Close Enough to Wave To
Family has never felt simple to me. It has felt layered, unstable, sacred, painful, blurry, loaded. More like something I have circled than something I have stood securely inside.
