Editorial
Below is a sampling of my writing work. I’ve never been afraid to be honest and vulnerable in my writing - I believe in the power of shared experiences to light up new paths.
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“Losing a friend in college is weird. The routine of classes and studying and drinking cheap beer doesn’t stop, so when you go to your friend’s funeral with all your buddies, the car ride still has the air of a spring break road trip. You’re still laughing and joking all those miles to Ohio, but then you get to the funeral home, see a line of mourners stretching out the door, and it gets real fast.”
“Your rock-bottom moment might not come with a bang. Like mine, it might come in the form of a panic attack in the Costco parking lot.”
“Without hope, we lose the will to make this violence stop. We accept it as the cost for living in this country — even though no other country faces this sort of gun violence. Without hope, we accept the empty platitudes and let ourselves move on. Without hope, nothing changes. ”
“What mattered about the Pride celebration was that I had friends beside me who cared about me and were willing to walk with me through the many details of being gay, of being Catholic, of being gay and Catholic, of being a person in this world. We had a place where we could dance and celebrate and give thanks that we were alive, real, and present to one another. ”