What My Cousin Vinny reminded me about love.

Somewhere along the way, people started treating love like a negotiation instead of a relationship. I never understood it. If I love someone, I don’t want to win. I want both of us to feel lucky.

Outstanding Balance

I requested $300 from five men I hadn’t spoken to in years. What started as a joke turned into an observation about emotional debt, invisible audiences, and the strange freedom of reconnecting with someone who has no history with your history.

The Day the Fantasy Broke

Sometimes heartbreak isn’t rejection. Sometimes it’s the quiet moment you stop arguing with reality. An essay about unfinished bridges, recognition, and why letting go often begins with seeing what was true all along.

I don’t think a hater could live well.

For years, I thought living well existed somewhere on the other side of success, money, or certainty. Instead, I discovered something simpler: circumstances are not character, and bitterness is heavier than most people realize.