Welcome to my patio.
This is my invitation to stake a seat, grab a drink, and spend time with a friend.
I love that patios seem to exist outside of time. So much love is shared on patios. So I want to invite you to spend a little time on mine.
This blog has existed for over ten years now. And it has been many things. I used the name “Paperairplanes” for a long time, and many of you will know this space as that name. But I felt like it was time to change. All my original posts are still here, because they are a part of who I was. There are stories from people in my life, my travels, and some of the hardest moments in my life. They are all a part of me. And I welcome every part of you.
I hope you see yourself in some of what I write. And I hope you too will share your stories with me.
I am glad you are here.
you are still here. a letter to myself
*Trigger warning: In this post I talk about my experience with sexual assault. Seven years ago, you were 21. You were about to start law school, reveling in the freedom and openness of your early twenties. You were at the beginning of the rest of your life, and that excited you. The world felt open…
#WhyIDidntReport
*Trigger warning: In this post I talk about my experience with sexual assault. I am sharing my story because there are thousands of others who are not ready and may never be ready to share theirs. And I want the people around me to know they are not alone. I am not asking for help.…
Beauty School Drop Out
This post comes after a long break from writing. The break was not an intentional one. Life just seems to carry you away sometimes. A lot has happened since I last shared with you. My last series of posts I authored were about my journey with therapy. I began that walk a little over a…
this is my attempt to invite you into a painful part of my life
Before you begin reading I want you to know that I am writing this from a place of pain. We all know pain is not the most objective lens to look through. But I believe this can be part of my healing so I am opening up my life to you. She was the first girl…
Julia Goes to Therapy
Oh therapy. What a dirty word. THERAPY. I have gone to see a therapist before but I honestly don’t remember much about it. I was in middle school and I hated the counselor I went to because he was 50-something years old, his office was always freezing cold, his therapy couch sucked and his answer…
…and you lose some.
Keeping score with depression: you win some, you lose some. Some days are great and some days you slow clap yourself to the kitchen because getting out of bed in and of itself was a huge accomplishment. A lot of books and essays about depression are witty and comical with a stint of serious towards…
Participation Ribbons are Still Ribbons
Writing blog posts is getting harder because my amount of energy is getting smaller. At my last therapy appointment I figured out that up until last week, by brain was still settling into where it needed to land in order to heal. And we are there friends….we sure are there. I am going to call…
The Patio 