I write about belief, empathy, work, politics, and what it actually means to stay kind and curious.
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I’ve been thinking about why America glorifies billionaires while calling working people 'takers.' And the answer isn’t pretty: we stopped seeing each other as one community. Meanwhile, the countries actually doing well decided everyone counts. I wrote about it — because I think we’re overdue for a society that wins together.
I named him Stout later—not just because of his color, but because he was sturdy, solid, something I could lean on without fear of breaking him.
Sometimes we get angry at the consequences because it hurts too much to look at the decisions — or circumstances — that put us there in the first place. Sometimes blame becomes a place to put grief when there’s nowhere else for it to go.
I didn’t start writing to be a writer. I started to make sense of the noise. And maybe, in the process, help someone else do the same.
