Fueled by coffee, powered by sci-fi, and on a mission to do more good in this beautifully chaotic world. Podcaster, storyteller, and unapologetic nerd, boldly going wherever kindness and curiosity lead.
A few years ago, I was talking with someone in the Star Trek community when they started asking questions about my life. By the end of the conversation, they knew I was a musician, a writer, a podcaster, a coffee enthusiast, a dog lover, a Midwesterner, and someone who spends
I still remember sitting in my second year of college looking at a schedule filled with music education classes and U.S. history courses and believing I knew exactly what my future was going to look like. There was something comforting about the certainty of it. I was going to
Every once in a while I stumble across an old family photograph and find myself laughing. Not because the picture is particularly funny, but because it captures a version of me that seems both completely familiar and completely out of place at the same time. In one of my favorites,
Resilience Is Usually Wearing Ordinary Clothes The other day I found myself feeling oddly accomplished because I had folded a basket of laundry. Not changed the world. Not solved a major problem. Not achieved some profound life milestone. Laundry. The socks were matched. The towels were folded. Nothing was on
I have lost count of how many times this has happened now. Somewhere in the middle of an interview, somebody pauses for a second, smiles a little, and says the same word: Hope. Actors say it. Writers say it. Directors, composers, designers, longtime fans. Eventually, almost without fail, the conversation
I once learned an important life lesson while standing on a chair holding a saxophone and trying not to fall to my death in front of my college professor. I studied music in college, which means I spent an unreasonable amount of time practicing scales while surviving almost entirely on
I have been a musician since I was ten years old. Which means I have spent most of my life around creative people. Writers scribbling notes into half-broken notebooks. Musicians arguing over one chord change for forty-five minutes because “no no no, this version feels emotionally incorrect.” Artists
Hello, lovelies. ☕✨ I learned early that saying something ridiculous could change the entire mood of a room. Not in theory. Not as a personality trait. As a tool. I remember standing in front of a classroom, fluorescent lights buzzing just enough to be annoying, chairs shifting, that low hum of
Or: A Brief Field Report from Someone Operating at 9% with Questionable Wi-Fi to Her Own Brain There is a very specific version of me that exists at about 9 percent battery, and she is…operational. Not thriving. Not sparkling. Not out here winning awards for excellence in humaning.
My Gen X heart had a moment this week. Somewhere in the glitter and chaos of Coachella, Sabrina Carpenter brought out Madonna, and I just sat there for a second taking it in. Maybe that’s the Gen X in me. Because it’s Madonna. And that’s not about
There are not many things left that make the world stop and look up together. Not really. Not in a way that cuts through the noise. Not in a way that silences the doomscroll for even a minute. Not in a way that reminds us we are still capable of
This is not about aliens from other planets. Some days, the world feels like too much noise and not nearly enough care. Too many people talking past each other. Too much cruelty disguised as strength. Too much hurrying, snapping, scrolling, and surviving. Too many moments where it feels like everyone