Tourist of Money

Watching The White Lotus reminded me: I was never wealthy—I was just visiting. This is what it feels like to lose the mask, the job, and the illusion of middle-class safety, while still trying to raise a daughter in a world built for someone else.

A Letter to My Daughter

I see the anger. I see the fear hiding under it. I see a version of myself standing behind her eyes, and it terrifies me. This is a letter I never thought I’d have to write — to the girl I love, fighting the same ghosts I never fully outran.

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