On a bus climbing toward Baguio, I couldn't shake a question: what if one ticket could carry you the whole way, no seams? A daydream about how travel could actually work.

Thirty-six years after my last concert, I went to see No Doubt at the Sphere, and the anxiety hit before I'd even said yes. On facing fear for the one you love.

piece of music stopped me at my desk, and a line from a 1986 movie I've carried since I was nineteen. On tinnitus, grief, and the breaks that actually matter.