Stripped to a number and reduced to inventory, this essay traces the daily struggle between a system built to erase, and a self determined to endure. My Prison Number explores how identity survives confinement—and how a name, remembered and reclaimed, can outlast decades of being counted instead of known.

What if even the mess is part of the plan? Allowing for the Perfection in All Things explores the idea that life’s chaos holds hidden order. By loosening our grip and trusting the flow, we find peace not by fixing—but by allowing what is to simply be.