If you asked any of my close people to describe me, they’d probably say I’m all over the place, sometimes annoying with childlike questions, and always a genuinely kind soul who wants to uplift others.

My emails mirror that. 

They read like the conversation we’d have if you bumped into me on the street and asked, “How’s life?”

No algorithms, no doomscroll.

Not another productivity-on-steroids manifesto. Or hard-sell pitches.

Just a messy human trying to make sense of the macro (inequalities, digital security et al.) and the micro (hello, 3 a.m. panic attack) — and sending the cliff notes straight to your inbox.