Three Days Without a Phone in Tayrona
Talking through what the silence did to the way I plan my weeks.
Notes From a Life in Progress
I write about the places I go, the music I keep coming back to, and what I am learning about myself along the way. In English and Spanish.
No noise. One click to leave.
I Used to Think I Was the Emotionally Mature One
That was the tell. That was the whole problem.
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Sunday, Late: A Playlist for Cooking Alone
Fourteen songs, mostly Brazilian, for a kitchen with one chair pulled out.
Reading Ecclesiastes as a Founder
Everything is vapor, and the quarter still closes on Friday.
Songs for the Drive from Bogotá to the Coast
Nine hours, one road, no repeats.
Why I Deleted My Goals Spreadsheet
It was measuring the wrong life.
I Stopped Trying to Be the Calm One
Calm was a costume. Here is what was under it.
The Psalm I Read When I Cannot Sleep
The one I go back to on the nights that will not end.
Medellín, from the Balcony
What stayed the same from the balcony, and what did not.
Nothing here yet.