Writing from somewhere real.
These are dispatches from the work — observations, reflections, and the occasional thing I couldn't stop thinking about until I wrote it down. Some began as newsletters. Others arrived on their own. All of them are created from somewhere honest.
He had no idea he changed something in me.
There's a guy I think about often. I don't know his name. I never spoke to him. He wore a red hoodie pulled down over his eyes and he was completely, utterly gone — lost in his body, free in a way I'd never seen anyone be free before.