writing for me is a discipline that asks for the development of critical thinking, for parsing through questions and curiosities that float and bob in our heads, and for practicing methods of articulation to communicate some of those thoughts. what i share here are select moments of that practice, and so are not exactly claims to truth but rather show my own searching for what that truth might be. i hope that some of these combinations of words and phrases speak with resonance, but i am also excited for the possibility that some might encounter you with dissonance and bounce back to me once more. these are not statements from the standpoint of singularity: we are talking amongst ourselves, and in conversation with other writers who have engaged in this practice. we are shaping one another.