Interstitial Integrity

Photo by Todd Trapani I fell in love with the concept of interstitiality / interstices when I was working on my final design at Harvard's GSD summer program last summer. I wanted to confound the inside / outside binary and to push the boundaries that define space. But is there such a thing as pushing … Continue reading Interstitial Integrity

Tentative Beginnings

CW: ED symptoms Photo by Davide Foti Happy Daylight Savings, friends. This weekend was the first snow where I live. It’s a strange mood, and a tentative beginning to the season. I too, am undergoing change, having officially been discharged from partial hospitalization, ready to begin a period of intensive outpatient program. I'm thankful to … Continue reading Tentative Beginnings

First Birthgay!

There is a pattern in the Bible, that as soon as we pass through the waters, we are thrust into the wilderness.. My belief is that one can never prepare for such a thing, but rather that in our position of weakness, we humbly receive manna, bread from heaven, a grace provided each morning, which is sufficient for the day.

Beyond Multivariable: An Abridged Memoir

Having finished my undergraduate degree, I’ve been reflecting on what it means to sit with uncertainty. Perhaps the following words will fill a chapter of a memoir I will write someday. [CW: anxiety, panic, depression, ED, queerphobia] Photo by Greg Rakozy Believe me, I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by a lack of understanding. … Continue reading Beyond Multivariable: An Abridged Memoir

Growing Pains: Fire In My Bones

I did not expect to end my undergraduate career sleeping in my bed, with a belly full of growing pains. This is what outgrowing and moving on looks like: leaving Sodom in flames, without so much as a glance over my shoulder -- lest these old wineskins burst and ruin the new wine. Shaking the dust off my feet. When I was younger and still growing (height-wise), I would have leg aches. It made me want to stretch myself out, to kick something. My current body couldn't contain where I wanted to go, and it made me angry. Once again, my bones are groaning. Here I am, alive and kicking. I am out, restless and angry. Yet, what is this perfect peace that guards my heart?