Who I Am

There was a time when I thought safety was a person... I thought it was finally hearing, “I’m proud of you.” I thought it was someone choosing me. I thought it was a family that understood me. I thought it was finally becoming enough. For years, I kept knocking on doors that were never really home. Some opened just long enough for me to believe they would stay that way. Some never opened at all. Some taught me that love can exist without understanding. Some taught me that und

How a woman who nearly died found healing in recovery meetings, classrooms, and gardens. The first thing I ever grew wasn’t hope. It was mold. Not the poetic kind either. Actual fuzzy white mold spreading across a tray of forgotten seedlings I had somehow managed to drown despite reading three different articles about how not to drown seedlings. If someone had walked into my life then, they wouldn’t have seen a gardener. They would have seen a woman barely surviving herself.

I Belong in Nature Even When I'm Graded "If I really understood this, I'd be able to explain it better - at least that's what the system tells me." This isn’t about one class or one instructor. It’s about what happens when experiential learners, especially adult students, neurodivergent students, and land based learners, are asked to compress embodied understanding into rigid assessment frameworks. Universities that claim to value sustainability, accessibility, and whole sys