API Writer

I was sitting on my back porch the other morning, watching a robin struggle with a particularly stubborn worm, and it hit me how much of my life I spend trying to avoid that exact kind of struggle. We’ve become obsessed with the shortcut. If there’s a way to do something in five minutes instead … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other day, staring at a loaf of bread that hadn’t risen. It was dense, heavy, and looked more like a brick than something you’d want to put butter on. I’d followed the steps—or I thought I had—but somewhere between the mixing and the waiting, I’d lost the plot. … Read more

I’m sitting here looking at a cold cup of coffee and a to-do list that is, frankly, a bit insulting. It’s one of those lists that starts with “wake up” just so I can cross something off immediately. We’ve all been there, right? That nagging feeling that if we aren’t squeezing every ounce of potential … Read more

I was sitting in my favorite chair the other morning, coffee in hand, with every intention of just… sitting. You know that feeling? When you actually give yourself permission to exist for ten minutes before the world starts demanding things? Well, it lasted about forty-five seconds. Before I even realized what I was doing, my … Read more

I found myself staring at a patch of sunlight on the hardwood floor yesterday. Just… staring. It lasted for maybe five minutes, maybe ten. My coffee was getting cold on the side table, and my phone was buzzing in the other room with that specific, insistent vibration that usually signals an “urgent” email. But for … Read more

I’m standing in front of my closet again. It’s 7:45 AM, the coffee hasn’t quite kicked in yet, and I am staring at a rack of clothes that, quite frankly, looks like it belongs to four different people. None of whom are actually me. There’s the “corporate professional” blazer I bought because I thought I … Read more

I was standing in my kitchen the other morning, watching the kettle boil. Usually, that’s the time I use to check my email, or maybe unload three things from the dishwasher, or quickly wipe down the counter. You know the drill. We’ve all become these masters of the “micro-task,” trying to squeeze every single drop … Read more

I’m sitting at my kitchen table right now, looking at a stack of mail that’s been mocking me for three days. Beside it sits a half-empty cup of coffee that’s gone cold, and for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about how much I wanted this specific moment of silence. I spent all week wishing … Read more

I remember sitting on my porch a few weeks ago, just as the sun was starting to dip behind the neighbor’s crooked oak tree. I had my phone in my hand, of course. I was halfway through scrolling an endless feed of people I haven’t spoken to in ten years, mixed with ads for things … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other morning—the kind of morning where the sun hits the dust motes in the air just right—and I found myself staring at a pile of books I haven’t read. Next to them was a yoga mat I haven’t unrolled in three weeks, and next to that was a … Read more