Being Here in My Own Skin
I woke up this morning with my cheek pressed into the pillow, feeling the pillowcase…
Kabal Briar
Kabal Briar When Words Become Memory As I Write
Lately, I keep circling this phrase in my head: when words become memory as I…
Screens Spark Trust Before People Do
It’s wild how sometimes I’ll trust a TV character with my feelings before I trust…
When Writing Stings Before It Soothes
Sometimes writing feels like letting a bee land on my hand, hoping it’ll just rest…
Learning to Accept My Sensitive Self
Today I noticed I still apologize for being sensitive. It slips out so easily, like…
Screens Spark Feelings Before People Do
Sometimes I think my phone knows my heart before I do. Screens spark feelings before…
Home is Where You Truly See Me
Home is where you truly see me. Not just the version I iron out for…
Tender Shields Beneath My Quiet Skin
I woke up today tired in a way that felt old, like the kind of…
Surprised by My Own Words While Writing
There’s a moment in writing where my own words catch me off guard. It’s never…
Quiet Hearts, Bright Screens
Quiet Hearts, Bright Screens explores the impact of seeing Black queer joy and softness on…