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Honest essays on law, life, creativity, food, travel, and what it means to keep choosing kindness.
What happens when you bring compassion into a courtroom that runs on precedent and argument? I've been thinking about this for years.
There are feelings that live below language. Painting is my way of giving them a body, a colour, a shape.
She was seventeen, terrified of taking up space. I want to tell her something now.
I don't cook for Instagram. I cook because food is the most honest way I know to say "I see you."
I planned a week and stayed three. The medina had no interest in my schedule.