When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I want to do is go back to sleep. Because: Sometimes, often I sleep badly and actually...

Growing up, June was endless pool days, playing Marco Polo, Fish Out of Water, Colors. Swimming, splashing, screaming, squealing glee...

One of the reasons I don’t write as much as I can is because somewhere along the line from dream to business conception to the pursuit of...

I didn’t want to forget the time before the struggles began sloughing off like old, dry skin. A time when every aspect of life except my...

Sometimes I think back on stories I’ve written, things I’ve shared, and am hit by a panicked wave. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that!...

“I call that the mic drop,” I explained after flopping down sideways on the bed like a seal. He gave me the side-eye and a small laugh,...

Someone recently brought to my attention that there’s a difference between self-care and being self-absorbed. As if I didn’t know, but...

As a creative whose brand is storytelling inspired by my very own life, I fear judgement. If I’m honest about the lows, depression,...

Every damn day felt like starting over. My collection of crap habits was as extensive as the library in Beauty and the Beast. I had so...

It was Halloween. At 4:35 pm, as the sun melted through the silhouette mesh of the mesquite canopy and my surroundings cooled into the...

I’d like to say to you, the things I’d like to say to myself. You are worthy of a great life, regardless of what you’ve done, or haven’t...

I slept to avoid things. Like my own unfulfilled desires. To change. Lose weight. Sit down, and write. Avoidance was a habit, long...

My favorite way to drink coffee was black with stevia + a lemon ring. I loved powdered greens mixed in cold water with big ice cubes—the...

I’ve often thought that the paradox of “Me” was something to fix or rectify. I needed to act in accordance with beliefs I subscribed to...