I’d been feeling angsty and in my head, like I was very possibly too tender for this world where everything feels more intense than it is...

When I first started writing Big Blogs, it was my way of sharing deeper and speaking truer. I’d been doing that in writing my first book,...

I didn’t want to forget the time before the struggles began sloughing off like old, dry skin. A time when every aspect of life except my...

Mmmmm, I miss you Chad. The delicious ache of aged loss swelled inside me. How many years had it been now? — since he’d gone. Who else...

Sometimes I think back on stories I’ve written, things I’ve shared, and am hit by a panicked wave. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that!...

Someone recently brought to my attention that there’s a difference between self-care and being self-absorbed. As if I didn’t know, but...

I hadn’t taken into account how wrong I would feel. For all the things I said, or didn’t. I didn’t feel guilty for the things she wanted...

I had a dream that she was telling me off. Then telling me off some more. Securing the last word, yet again. Then the scenery changed to...

For most of my life, friends had come to me. They were just there, in the seat next to me in class, building on banter at countless jobs,...

One occupational hazard of being friends with entrepreneurs is receiving their email newsletters after you’re no longer friends. The...

Why does the shit stick? Not the times we listened with our heart wide open to catch the other’s pain . . . stopped everything to be...

It hurt to think of her, memory still bloated and raw with pain . . . regret. It was like a death, our breakup. I attempted to soften it...