Beauty on Bad Days, Still

There’s no good time to start a blog. There’s always something else — a flare, a full calendar, the general sense that your thoughts aren’t quite ready to be public yet. I’ve been waiting for ready for a while.

This is me stopping waiting.

Beauty on Bad Days, Still exists because I kept showing up to museums on hard days and coming home with something I needed to write down. Because chronic illness and art and complicated relationships and the whole unglamorous project of being a person turned out to be more connected than I expected. Because honest writing about any of that is harder to find than it should be.

So here it is. I’m glad you’re here too.