
06/17/2025
So much bitter sweet.
So much holding multiple truths at once.
I went to Michigan for a funeral. One of my best friends lost her child at the age of 20. And he was one of the most shiny, extra special humans out there.
Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. His mom is an exceptional, powerful, resilient warrior. Always has been. Now she faces a circumstance that is unthinkable…. With so much grace. In her very own radically optimistic way.
A sh*tty, awful reason for a trip, yet I was so filled with gratitude the whole time. I connected with old friends some of whom I hadn’t seen in 30 years. So I connected with parts of myself that were tucked away for a while.
I was reminded of simple things.
Childhood is SHORT, even though it feels so long while we’re in it.
No one was on their phone. People have regular jobs (I’ve lived in LA for so long, I almost forgot) and they are witty and hilarious and without pretentiousness.
I spent lots of time outdoors with the sounds of frogs, and bugs and in awe of the massive lawns and giant trees of Midwest suburbia. I even encountered a family of deer on my evening stroll around the neighborhood.
This being human… such a ride