People often tell me I talk a lot. I choose to take that as a compliment because they usually follow it up with, "…but you're always interesting."
I remember hearing once that a good politician from the Ozarks can tell a story about using the bathroom at a sketchy ga...
storytelling
I fell back into my family archives during a rare pause in St. Louis and found the man my grandmother meant: Joseph J. Johnson, killed by Confederate soldiers after voting for Lincoln. It’s a story about privilege as visibility, the courage of ordinary choices, and wh...
After years of chronic stress, I finally finished something early — my St. Louis duplex passed inspection two weeks ahead of schedule. What I expected to feel like an ending turned into something gentler: real rest. This essay reflects on what it means to pause, to re...
This April, I walked through two doors — one I had gently outgrown, and one I exited within three days. What looked like the next step revealed itself as a deeper invitation: to listen to my body, trust my clarity, and honor the sacred pause I’m in. This is not a br...



