About the work

A closer look.

You send me the thing you keep re-reading. A text thread. A fight. A person you can't read. The message you've drafted ten times and never sent. I read it once, slowly, the way a friend would if they had all the time in the world. Then I send back one page, 150 to 250 words: what I actually heard underneath it, the part you skipped over, and one line you could send next. No template, no advice column. Just the read you can't give yourself, because you're standing too close to it. Tell me only what you want read. Everything you send stays between us. If nothing real is in there, I say so and you owe nothing.