Last week, I was walking through a Material Recovery Facility (MRF) on the edge of a city. It was early. The conveyor belts were already running. An operator stood beside me, watching workers pull food waste out of what was labelled “dry”. After a pause, he said quietly: “Technology can’t fix what bad segregation breaks every morning.” That line stayed with me because it wasn’t a comment. It was an everyday reality. By the time waste reaches an MRF, most outcomes are already

The quiet corners of a café, the shared stories with a longtime friend, the time spent between words—I found a renewed sense of clarity.

After a break, I'm back to my love for writing and storytelling, inspired by great books and new ideas. Excited to share and create!