It's September. I flipped on my heater for the first time this evening; New York is cooling and I'm spending more and more time outside of the city and nestled with my pup in the backwoods of Delaware County. 

I started my MFA in creative nonfiction at Queens College. I accepted a scholarship to essentially be immersed in books and writing all the time; it might as well be a paid vacation. So many half-finished essays I want to finish, so much I want to read and learn and talk about. 

This winter also marks three years at The Crime Victims Treatment Center. I'm proud that, two years into the pandemic, we're still running one of the largest hospital-based rape crisis and domestic violence 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. Now I'm getting ready to train and certify another 100 crisis counselors, who will then go on to support survivors in emergency rooms across the city. Doing all of this from home—and away from an office full of trauma therapists—has been hard, but it's not lost on me how unbelievably privileged I am to not only have a job, but a job that I'm proud of. 

Currently reading Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner. 

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

This page was last updated September 10, 2021.