My unofficial-official-biased-review (Orginally published to Substack September 26th, 2025) I’ve long admired Roz. Rosalynde LeBlanc was the chair of the LMU dance department for the entirety of my undergraduate experience. Once, a faculty member told us that when they received her application, they pulled out two letters of recommendation: One from Mikhail Baryshnikov and one from Bill T. Jones. There’s not much to do at that point except hire her. Roz is many things to me1,

Brb gonna go watch Challenger (Orignally published November 5th, 2025) Tonight, I went to a screening of The Mastermind at AMC. It was a 7:30 pm showing on a Saturday night at the AMC inside of the Century City mall. I went by myself for three reasons: 1) I needed to use my A-List. 2) I needed to have something to do on a Saturday night besides drink or rot in bed. 3) Josh O’Connor is hot. I was unaware that the “Live Q&A” portion of the screening would be as “live” as it was

short and salty (Originally published to Substack September 15th, 2026) tomorrow is here and yesterday was never mine. in between endless customer service exchanges and long commutes, i find time to buy a coffee. my hands grip it like a child and i nurse it til it’s all water. this frustrates the masses. when I can’t fall asleep i wonder what it would be like to take myself apart bit by bit. i imagine slipping out of my skin and peeling off each muscle. i’d toss them into a p

Losing it and finding it again (Originally posted to Substack April 1st, 2026) The last time I truly thought about perspective was when I decided that I hated toxic positivity and it was ruining my life. I toyed with the idea of writing about it, but it was mostly just me complaining about people I had to interact with on a semi regular basis. Every time I reread it I just sounded bitter and obnoxious. I filed my taxes two days ago at midnight. It was the first year I didn’t

Tales of my good fortune! (Originally published to Substack February 19, 2026) Everyone wants to be friends with The Celebrity. When The Celebrity walks into the room, you know. Ears perk up, heads turn, and the room erupts in salutations. They’re here! It’s never promised that they’ll show (they could be anywhere else in the world), but they tell you that there’s no where else they’d rather be. That this is the most important thing to them right now. The Celebrity is charmin

Are the kids okay? They will be. (Originally published to Substack January 30, 2026) Written mostly before recent events in Minnesota which is certainly an even more apt topic to reference regarding the indomitable human spirit. Hopefully you’re finding some time today to protest/strike in your own way. This is the Reddit r/Minnesota Master List of resources for several options. Blood donations is one of the ways you can help which also intersects with my personal obsession w

They call you Lady Luck but there is room for doubt. At times, you've had a very unlady-like way of running out. (Originally posted to Substack on November 2, 2025) Luck be a lady because I’m feeling just about as unlucky as they come. That’s not entirely true but it’s a Sunday and that is a most opportune time to lament over one’s love life. This is often done alone in your room which is sometimes clean and sometimes not. I have just bought new room decor and switched out my

What I’ve been up to lately (originally posted to Substack March 17, 2025) In the year of our lord 2025, on the day my meaningful life ended (January 19th) I deleted Tik Tok. To me, she was dead in the water and my behavior kept re-opening the wound, tender and raw. In a mindless tap frenzy I’d open the app only to be reminded 1) I no longer had access and 2) Donald Trump would hopefully save our ADHD souls (doubtful). So away she went— apps trembling as I cut my losses. And