Photo by Joël de Vriend As some of you may know, I began college in the STEM field. Before God called me to study arts and architecture, I was a biochemistry major for two years. Even before realizing I was non-binary, I have always been fascinated by sexual dimorphism and variations upon it in a … Continue reading On the Biological Binary
When one spends too much time horizontally, concepts of "up" and "down" shift. After a certain point, I decided that if I was going to have my feet level with my head 90% of the time, better to do some of that outdoors. That's how I ended up laying in an empty soccer field for … Continue reading Tumbling Along
God has been preparing me for my baptism in an unexpected series of ways. Two weeks prior to it, I had three consecutive nights of dreaming. As someone who can hardly remember a single dream from my own life, this is highly rare and unlikely. Less than two weeks prior, I accessed a profound anger … Continue reading Dreams of July
In Act 3, Lear is turned out of his own daughter's castle. Robbed of his dignity, and the most base of comforts, he descends into madness in the storm of the night. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! He screams at the heavens in powerless defiance. Boston, Western Suburbs. July 2018 AD. The … Continue reading Summer Rain
When I entered college, I operated under two assumptions: firstly, that I was neurotypical*; and secondly, that I would become a pre-medical biochemistry major, as soon as I got the chance to declare. My first and second year, respectively, broke apart these foundations of how I understood myself as a person and student, but gave … Continue reading Testimony: Amazing Grace
Everything seems wrong this week. My mom is in the hospital, I'm only registered for two classes, and Jet's adoption seems as out of reach as ever. My days have been chaotic and tearful, and despite my best attempts at remaining positive, I feel a bit like Job, sitting among the ashes. I need to … Continue reading Super Blue Blood Moon
For nearly a week, I have been making up five hours of time zone differences in my bed, on the couch, in the fridge, and with my digital bookshelf. Just when I thought this lack of routine might have been over, I woke up at 2am this morning and sighed regretfully when sleep seemed impossible. … Continue reading When Jet Lag Can Be a Good Thing
An animated short film
an osprey bangs its beak on a keyboard and translations somehow come out of that
Key To Clarity
Educating people about life with mast cell disorders
My journey as a scientist, writer, and mother with ME/CFS
Sun Requiem 