Personal Essays
An Ode To…Disconnecting
As I write this, I am balancing on a rock at the edge of a Montana forest. It’s around 2pm. The sun is strong here at this time of day. To avoid it, I have nestled into a formation of rocks which faces a large valley of trees, most of which are perished and dry...
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The Novel Cure
Originally featured in The Saatchi Gallery’s Art & Music Magazine My mother taught me very early on that a life full of books equals a well insured soul, so I never have the slightest hesitation in recommending reading to friends who are in need of hopeful...
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Obsessive, Compulsive, and Disorderly
“I’m a bit OCD”, meaning “I even hoover under the rug when I clean my room and I do it at least once a week”, no longer bothers me like it used to. It’s a losing battle to fight against the evolution of language anyway. Things...
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