Dear Me,

I see you—sitting in the quiet aftermath of a life you didn’t plan, heart cracked wide open, memories flooding the spaces where your dreams used to be. You were never not enough. You were so much—so full of love, hope, tenderness, and vision that the world didn’t always know what to do with you.

After your first divorce, you felt li…read more

Dear San Luis Obispo,

I wasn’t ready for you at first. I arrived with a car full of awkwardly folded clothes, an electronic typewriter, and dreams bigger than my dorm room closet—which, let’s be honest, wasn’t hard to beat.

My freshman year started with a crash course in conflict resolution (and creative earplug use), courtesy of a roommat…read more