It's May. I flipped on my AC for the first time this evening; New York is warming and I'm spending more and more time in the backwoods of Delaware County on the farm with my pup and two partners. 

I'm just about to wrap up the first year of my MFA in creative nonfiction at Queens College. So many of the half-finished essays I started out with this year are nearly finished. There's so much more I want to read and learn and talk about. 

This winter also marked three years at The Crime Victims Treatment Center. I'm proud that, this long into the pandemic, we're running one of the largest and most comprehensive rape crisis programs in New York City (and the country). Amidst all this, I created and co-facilitated CVTC's first therapeutic writing group for trauma survivors. We just certified another 150 rape crisis counselors who spent the last 3 years of the pandemic supporting survivors in hospitals across the city. Doing all of this from home—and away from an office full of my brilliant colleagues—has been challenging, but it's not lost on me how unbelievably privileged I am to not only have a job, but a job that I feel good about. 

Currently reading We Were Not Born Submissive by Manon Garcia. 

This "now" page was inspired by my favorite human and former boss, Derek Sivers.  

This page was last updated May 1, 2022.