Why We Do What We Do6.27.23 The feeling of nostalgia is similar to a feather finally hitting the floor— it’s not loud, it’s not quick, but suddenly something...
Words on Horror Movie2.5.23 Tom sat on my chipped, wooden bedroom floor and I gave him the tiniest guitar I could find while I showed him this verse/chorus...
Living in LA Pt. 112.27.22 If I’m honest it’s been a bit shit. But then again, it’s been a bit not shit..and I think that’s the best description of living...
Christmas in Michigan12.19.22 There's nothing like going to your hometown grocery store. You know where everything is, you could probably walk around with...
Window Seats9.29.22 I’ve never liked flying, but there’s a peace in it that deserves some credit… or discredit for us anxiety folk. The white noise...
Saving Your 108.16.22 Like any respectable adult I used to be an avid reader of YA novels. I couldn’t think of a happier place to be than in one of...
In Combat with Hornets at 2am7.18.22 I used to have hornets in my room at home— they lived in the air ducts for a bit, so I was always caught in 2am combat. There’s...
Drinking Lemon Juice out of a Broken Mug7.15.22 I recently (as in this week) have felt fairly uninspired to write songs. A feeling I’m sure many of you have become well...