Somewhere Between Knowing and Forgetting, began as a quiet promise, to speak from the in-between.

For years, I wrote in fragments, in rooms that never felt like mine. Words only meant for the page.

What you’ll find here are traces of truth, of tenderness, of all the things we learn to carry without naming, things the body remembers even when the mind pretends to forget.

This is where living and remembering meet, where language becomes a way of holding what time tries to take.

This space exists to honor what the heart and mind have both witnessed, to treat writing as both preservation and presence, a way of meeting myself, and you, through what remains on the page.

Welcome.