Over time, it’s grown beyond the academy—beyond professional wins, beyond talking shit (though there was a season for that)—into a quieter, riskier practice. Lately, this space is about returning to writing itself, not as output, but as devotion. Ursula K. Le Guin wrote something to the effect of love being like bread: it must be made and remade. This blog is where I try to fall back in love with writing.