The 6:30 Crew: My Unofficial Gym Family
There’s something oddly comforting about walking into the gym at 6:30 a.m. (or p.m., depending on how chaotic your life is) and seeing the same faces every single day. It’s like we’re all in some unspoken sitcom together—different lives, same plot: trying to get our lives together through exercise and endorphins.
Oct 152 min read
Grateful as Hell | My Thanksgiving List
Gratitude doesn’t always come easy—it’s something you trip over while surviving. But this year, between the chaos and the comfort food, I can actually feel it. The love, the laughter, the second chances. All of it.
Oct 123 min read
Flat on My Back, Flu Edition
It’s funny how it takes being completely wrecked by the flu to remember that I actually live inside a body. Not just some machine that keeps up with deadlines, coffee, and chaos—but a real, breathing, breakable thing. This week, it reminded me loud and clear who’s in charge. Spoiler: not me.
Oct 102 min read
Real Talk | The Complicated Comfort of Having a Dude as a Best Friend
There’s a strange weight to having a male best friend. People see us together and immediately want to assign a label, a story, a script. “Are you dating?” “Do you like him?” “Is there something going on behind the scenes?” And the truth is, none of that matters to us. But the questions linger, because society doesn’t really know what to do with a friendship like ours.
Oct 72 min read
Real Talk | The Inheritance of Truth
As National Day for Truth and Reconciliation approaches, I feel it tug at me in ways that are hard to explain. For many, it’s a national day of mourning, of reflection, of learning. For me, it is family history.
Sep 232 min read
Friendship, Feels, and the Chaos of Us
Some relationships are easy to define. Some are neat, tidy, and fit into neat little boxes with labels like “dating,” “partners,” or “serious.”
Sep 192 min read
To the Man Who Shows Up — Happy Birthday, Dad
It’s my dad’s birthday this weekend. He won’t want anyone to know that. He doesn’t like a fuss. Doesn’t want balloons or cards or sentimental Instagram posts—he’d rather just have his Heineken, a smoke with his morning coffee, and maybe a decent meal he didn’t have to cook. But I’m writing this anyway, because sometimes the quiet heroes deserve to be seen—even when they’d rather disappear into the background.
Jul 263 min read
