A crisp January weekend in Terlingua. Desert air, radio static, and the kind of teamwork that keeps an ultramarathon moving.
There are places that feel like they were built just for you. Green Heron Bookshop is one of mine.
What I’ve been loving this July. From TV shows and book club to riverbed moments, 2000s music, and little nightstand rituals.
An intimate blend of memory and imagination. This piece explores the sacred chaos of my Notes app and the stories it quietly holds.
Some songs aren’t just songs. They’re people, places, and pieces of who we used to be. This isn’t a tell-all. It’s a quiet tribute to those who left a mark.
They say I have it all together. The job, the house, the car. But beneath the surface is a restless heart searching for something more.