Some stories refuse to stay asleep. These are mine: raw, unpolished, written in the middle of things rather than after they’ve resolved. Thresholds is where I share what it feels like to cross from one version of yourself to another, to catch synchronicities in real time, to stand at edges without knowing what comes next. If you’ve ever felt like you’re between who you were and who you’re becoming, this room has a seat with your name on it.
