It was the slow tease of a single raindrop directly on my forehead.
Eight miles of hiking, lugging fifty pounds in the pouring Pacific Northwest rain, and we had finally arrived at our campsite. …
My parents gave me a nickname when I was young: mini-Martha, named after my Type A, efficiency-obsessed aunt.
We shared common habits like filling our schedules with activities for self-improvement, and wanting vacations to be planned down to the minute.
Why then would I center my career around the idea…
If you want a better world, then work for it.
I’m a philosopher by nature, and by practice. In college I enthusiastically showed up to each class ready to debate the metaphysical reality of nature or our moral obligation to each other in a society.
I always gravitated to the…
Four years ago when I moved to an unfamiliar city, not knowing anyone, I faced the usual hardships of relocation. What I didn’t consider was the benefits of being, initially, anonymous.
Suddenly I had the ability to completely reset how I present and relate to the world. …
After two years, I didn’t feel empowered. I felt like a victim.
I’ll premise this feel-good piece by saying I learned a lot after two years… but decidedly not enough.
One year back on the wagon and I was slipping into old habits. It was from that place of déjà…
