All the Stories.

I collect stories. Big stories and small stories, true and half-remembered. For a moment, they bind us together, and then they stay with me. I am drawn to the quiet intimacy between people, the threads that form when we sit, talk, listen, and then go our separate ways.

Over time, these moments turn into golden memories that glow beyond their details, petals of joy that surface when I least expect them, seeds of inspiration, and hard-edged stones that affect how I hold others.

When I try to name what transpired, it often falls flat. I move between emotions, facts, feelings, and descriptions, and my words become a tangle I try to sort through. What I usually find are long pauses that do not weave my thoughts together any better than the first attempt.

This is my way of staying with the stories, of searching for the words and images to retell them. Yours and my own.

I want to hear your stories in whatever way you choose to share them. Let us create something together as we move through passions and discomforts, devotions and regrets, triumphs and embarrassments, resentments and adorations, brief glimpses of euphoria, and deep dives into ecstasy.

“I carry stories with me, even when I cannot yet name what they mean.”

Current Cravings

I fall in love easily, with many things. The care behind a meal or a drink made just for me. The sound of a horn instrument. Romance novels with happy endings. Old records rediscovered after years of forgetting. Seemingly insignificant gifts that suddenly open a quiet well of joy inside me.

But romantic love has always felt harder to reach. I’ve loved friends, family, pets, strangers, acquaintances, yet being in love has remained elusive. I’m not even sure I would recognize it if it were standing in front of me.

That uncertainty is why I’m drawn to stories about relationships. Meetings and endings. New love and old love. Taboo love, nontraditional love, and heartbreak. Heartbreak calls to me the most, because heartbreak I know. Again and again. Often without allowing myself to fully experience it, or even give it language.

Come meet me in this space. Your person meets mine. We sit, we chat, and create something that wasn’t there before.