mastering the morning: 6 ways
Over the past several months, I have tried and failed and then tried again and failed again to master my mornings. Despite knowing the...
suitcase.
The latest stretch of my journey can be packed into a compound word: suitcase. I’ve been living out of one, or so it seems. From...
dreams are for real.
Dreams are for real. And making them a reality can be quite the challenge. I get it. I understand. Let’s go for it together. Here are...
opportunities to grow.
This past spring/early summer, I received an email from a producer on The Voice. Yes, for real. She invited me to their private auditions...
picture perfect. (social media tips)
I love photos. If we’re friends on social media, then that’s probably very clear! I love the candid and photo-journalistic approach to...
arrival.
Honestly, it’s kinda blowing my whole mind that I’m an actual, for real author now. Like, I can add that to my list of who/what I am/do....
on mommyhood + dating
For the past two years plus I’ve been a single mommy (again). It’s a long and complicated story, but in short I’ve had two unsuccessful...
good practices.
As I’ve spoken of in recent posts, stillness has become my thing. I heavily practice taking my hands off and just allowing life to take...
waves.
I’m learning to hold on. Waves are a consistent push-pull in our lives. Creatively, I struggle with this. Sometimes I’m so very...
recap.
In May of 2015, I escaped to California to begin healing from a failed marriage. From May to September I was still and quiet. I was...
The City Part II
Here’s what happened: I began to truly identify and explore my interests much later in my twenties. I wasn’t one of those high schoolers...
The City Part I
I left home. It was long overdue, but perfectly timed at the same time. I left and moved to the city. I considered (and still...
the art of dating.
I’ve never dated. I mean, like really taken my time to get to know a person before becoming exclusive with them. Or dated more than one...
things that transfer
Leaving out of my gate this evening I looked up through a window of one of several warehouses turned art studios directly across the...