In 2023, I was at a crossroads. I needed to do something. I needed the Bi+ Book Gang.

Are you someone who finds solace and strength in your connections with others?

A Lot of People Live in This House is celebrating its first birthday! Now that I’m an expert (ha), here are 5 things I’d do differently.

When I started my master's degree journey in 2022, I never imagined that it would lead me to co-found a podcast about bisexuality. Yet, here

If you’d asked me when I was twenty if I wanted kids, I would have told you, “Maybe, not right now.” If you’d asked me when I was...

I have ADHD. Because of a PCP switch last summer, I had to go unmedicated for months and have been on the struggle bus because of it....

I’m mourning the loss of my father. To honor his memory, I'm doing Dry January. A month of sobriety shouldn’t be that hard, right? Right?

I’ll say this, 2023 was a banner year.

Having lived communally for many years now, I’m always pleasantly surprised when people respond with fascination when I tell them that I...

The economy is a joke, and American renters are the butt of it. Housing is scarce, affordability is a thing of the past, and anyone who...

My father dies. My father dies, and part of me has been waiting for this moment for years. My whole life?

These 5 misconceptions will change your mind about communal living.

When I set out to write a book about communal living, I was never certain what life would look like on the other side of publication.

Writing may not be easy, but publishing with depression is evil incarnate.

This post is a warning to manage your expectations. This post is to remind you that you are not superhuman, even if you think you are.

It’s wild to me that my novel, A Lot of People Live in This House, will be in the world soon and that people will read it. A scarier part...

We woke up late again because, apparently, we just aren’t going to adjust to this time difference. Or maybe we are both chronically tired...

December 21: Today, I was supposed to celebrate the Winter Solstice but didn’t really. Holidays are hard when you travel, but that...

We fought hard to get out of bed this morning. Told Theresa we’d be out and about by eight but were liars until nine. Between the hard...

We started the day earlier than either of us wanted because the train to Munich left at 7:15. Apparently, this didn’t matter to anyone...