It's a word we learn when we're young, but we don't start to internalize and truly understand it until we grow older.

My favorite type of running isn't something you can lump easily into a category.

I started writing this story years ago but the words always felt wrong. I let my story fade and collect dust in my drafts folder. But it's time the truth was dusted off and shared.

The finale of the day. The cleaning of a slate.

There is a stark difference between physical and mental injuries because of the way we as a society treat them…

This week I was asked, "How do I fall in love (with life, with me, with others)?" I gave a quick response, but I feel like this question deserves more.

The yellow jacket I was wearing that day in the taxi and in this photo was really no different from a piece of sea glass.

Like a piece of fine china that breaks when it slips between your fingers and hits the floor, scattering large and small pieces of color and glass…

I like to think that in every moment there is magic.

For the first time in months, my North Face duffle bag is packed.

It's been simple, calm, and cozy.

After spending many years on the road, there are certain moments in a new place that take me from wanderer to rooted (even if just for a moment).

What if you had everything inside of you to find safety, love, and freedom?

I saw the opposite sentiment ("you are the same person under any moon") have a moment of trending virality on social media and I wanted to talk about how I disagree.

When I laugh really hard, the sound stops coming out.

I've been asked this a good bit since moving here, and while I love to wax poetically about my time here, I want to be direct in my experience so far.

The high desert feels like Home.

I've never thought I was soft enough to enjoy lingerie.

I've been taught to be selfless.

A day of love is not enough.