A story, not a résumé.

My name is Omoolola — Lola to the people who have known me longest. I write essays, short stories, and the occasional letter I do not always send. I am interested in the small, patient things: mornings, gardens, the shape of a sentence when it finally arrives.

I began writing in a red spiral notebook when I was seven, and I have not entirely stopped since. There was a long quiet in my twenties — a season of listening more than making — and I have come to trust those seasons as part of the work.

I write because I do not want to forget how the light fell.

I write because the world moves quickly and I would like, in some small way, to slow it down enough to look at it carefully. I write because a paragraph is a kind of shelter. I write because someone, once, read a sentence of mine and told me it made a hard day easier to carry — and I have never gotten over the enormity of that gift.

This site is my home for the writing. I hope you stay a while.