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When you’ve become accustomed to love feeling like loneliness—to crying into your pillow each night despite the warm body lying next to you—experiencing true connection can be unsettling, at first. You’ve bled yourself dry and forgotten how to receive; you’ve become so unfortunately familiar with misery that happiness seems...Read more
Your bones. Your breath. Your body. Your business. Every inch from teeth to toenails—every wrinkle, every dimple, every curve, every scar, every detail—yours. Yours to live in with power. Yours to inhabit with love. Yours to adorn and express in any manner you deem necessary, in whichever way you desire....Read more
Misfit. Weirdo. Wild Woman. Witch. Some might perceive these labels as negative or undesirable, but I will take them, wholeheartedly and without an inkling of shame. I am not afraid to hold these monikers as my own, without fear—without a moments hesitation. I have always existed on the fringes...Read more
From 2003-2005 I had approximately 3 CDs in the glove compartment of my Volkswagen Jetta. It was a time when cars still came factory equipped with CD players and tape decks. I was a 21 year old Air Force linguist in training, stationed at the Presidio of Monterey—300 miles away from the...Read more
I never used to let myself get photographed from behind. As someone who grew up terribly self conscious about her legs, I’d worry about what people would think if they saw my dimpled thighs, self equating my (very natural) cellulite with words like “gross” and “flaw” because this is...Read more
A relentless trek of switchback after switchback, the Four Mile Trail from Yosemite Valley to Glacier point isn’t actually 4 miles at all—it’s 4.6 miles to the summit…and another 4.6 miles back down to the valley, climbing 3200 feet along the way. My 11-year old, Isaac, asked me how long...Read more
Isaac slid a note under my office door. It was around 6:30 am, and he knew he I was likely in the thick of my morning magic rituals. Inherently and thoughtfully seeking not to disturb me during this sacred time is one of the many qualities I admire about my 11-year-old son. Earlier...Read more