I had a wallet fly off the back of my motorcycle once. It exploded all over the highway behind me — my personal info scattered by wind over the New Mexico desert.
This newsletter is about being human. And the beautiful, ugly mess that comes with that.
(I also go by Linsey sometimes)
One of those shape-shifting creative types. Sometimes a writer. Sometimes an artist. Sometimes a graphic designer. Sometimes many other things.
I write about the messiness of being human.
In clogs with a blog, wild at heart, and publicly learning to love myself. These letters make frequent stops at personal histories, relationships, communal living, and self-fulfillment. It ain't much but it's honest work.
A newsletter that explores the spiral of aliveness: the aches, the joys, and the liminal, from a therapist who is mostly just a human.