API Writer

I was sitting on my back porch yesterday, just watching the way the wind caught the leaves of the old oak tree in the yard. For about five minutes, I didn’t look at my phone. I didn’t have a podcast playing in my ears. I wasn’t thinking about my to-do list for Monday morning, and … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other morning, just watching the steam rise off my coffee. It was one of those rare moments where the house was actually quiet. No traffic outside yet, the cat was still asleep on the rug, and for about thirty seconds, I felt… fine. Just fine. But then, almost … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other morning, watching the steam rise off a cup of coffee that I’d spent way too long making. I don’t mean a quick press of a button or a plastic pod. I mean the whole ritual—grinding the beans by hand, waiting for the water to hit that specific … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a half-finished watercolor painting that—honestly—looked more like a bruised potato than a sunset. And for a split second, I felt this weird, nagging pang of guilt. It wasn’t because the painting was bad; I’ve made peace with being a mediocre artist. It was because I … Read more

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, staring at a cursor that refused to move. You know that feeling? When you’ve been staring at a screen for so long that your eyes start to feel like they’re vibrating, and the very idea of sending another email or checking another notification makes you want to … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a craft store last Tuesday, staring at a wall of acrylic yarn, and I realized I had no idea why I was there. I don’t knit. I don’t crochet. I don’t even particularly like the texture of wool. But there I was, clutching a 20% off coupon like … Read more

I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a half-wilted bunch of cilantro and a single, lonely onion, feeling absolutely defeated. It was 6:45 PM. I’d had a long day—one of those days where your brain feels like a browser with fifty tabs open, and three of them are playing music you can’t … Read more

I remember sitting at my desk last Tuesday, staring at a color-coded spreadsheet that was supposed to “optimize” my life. I had everything mapped out—twenty-minute blocks for reading, forty-five minutes for deep work, exactly twelve minutes for a “mindful” lunch. It looked perfect. It looked like the kind of life a successful, put-together person lives. … Read more

I was standing in my kitchen the other morning, staring at a bag of flour like it was some kind of ancient riddle. It’s funny how we get these ideas in our heads. I had decided, for no particular reason other than a vague sense of restlessness, that I wanted to make bread. Not the … Read more

I’ve spent the better part of the last three weeks staring at a specific corner in my living room. It’s not a particularly special corner. It’s just… empty. There’s a stray dust bunny that seems to have claimed it as a permanent residence, and the way the afternoon light hits the bare floorboards makes the … Read more