I took a solo trip to Pittsburgh. The view cost me exact change.
I took a solo trip to Pittsburgh with my Cincinnati loyalty fully intact. A wooden cable car from 1877 tested it.
Powerful Black Art Speaks Through Cincinnati Street Art and Funk Glasses
A street mural, a set of letter sculptures, and a tribute to Bootsy Collins all came from one Cincinnati collective. This is where to see them.
With Love, Can I Ever Let Myself Be Fully Known?
I’m good at controlling how close people get to me. I’m starting to wonder what that’s actually cost me.
I Came to Philadelphia Exhausted. I Left a Little in Love.
I went to Philadelphia to rest, and it turns out rest for me looks like feeding my brain a whole new city.
On Letting Your Mind Go Blank
I don’t do well with beginner’s mind. I’m good at things. That’s not a brag — it’s actually the problem.
With love, for the woman who taught me to dream big
At 7am PST, I got the call I’d been promising her I’d hold her hand through. I wasn’t there. Grief is insane like that — it doesn’t follow the plans you whispered about in confidence.
The Unspoken, Painful Tax of Leaving Your Hometown Behind
You’re running laps while people sit still and call it love. On one-sided relationships, outgrowing your hometown, and the cost of building your own life.
I’m trying to quit drinking alcohol —I do shrooms now
We’re over drinking alcohol. We’re doing shrooms now.. well, kinda.
With Love, Nobody Teaches You This
Nobody sits you down and explains what first-generation money actually feels like. The earning part, sure. Everything that comes after it, you figure out alone.
With Love, the IRS hates us
Every year. Every single year. The one season where doing well financially still somehow manages to feel like a punishment.
With Love, Being The First
There’s no blueprint for being first. No one to call and ask if you’re doing it right. You just keep going and hope the path you’re making is worth following.