There's a strand of the data viz world that argues that everything could be a bar chart. That's possibly true but also possibly a world without joy.

If the story of my life could say one thing, I’d hope it would show the importance of venturing into the highways and the hedges to let invisible people know they’re seen and loved. To invite them in.

I guess the longer you hold a secret, the harder it is to let it go.

You find a use for everything. Yet you discard yourself at every opportunity.

She’d memorized the verse about peace that passes all understanding, but all she felt was the weight of depression.

It was freeing in a way, to have a family built on love by choice and not relational obligation.