Have you ever felt alone… while lying next to someone who was supposed to love you?
I have.Twice married. Twice divorced.Dozens of relationships.Countless nights where I felt invisible—except for what someone could take from me.For most of my life, I thought if I could just be better—more pleasing, more accommodating, more chill, more quiet, more sexy, more… something—then love would stay. Then I’d finally be enough.Then I watched a movie on
Patriarchal Sobriety (One Day at a Time)
The art of returning to myself when the world—and my own mind—pulls me away.I’ve been in a spiral of efforting lately. A low-grade hum of stress mixed with productivity mode: unpacking from travel, prepping for our upcoming move, crossing tasks off the list, catching up on emails, school enrollment, healthcare paperwork—all the things. Necessary, sure.
Live with Magic in the Mess
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Why Drawing Cartoons Might Be the Most Important Thing I’m Doing Right Now
Lately, I haven’t felt super inspired to write.And instead of spiraling, I’ve tried to get curious.Because something else has been calling to me—and I finally started listening.I’ve been drawing.Cartoons. Characters. Faces with big expressions and messy feelings.I’ve been using ChatGPT’s cartooning tools to sketch daily, experiment, and play.And it’s lighting me up in a way
A Birthday Reflection on My Mom, Patriarchy, and Reclaiming Ourselves
This morning, I rolled out my yoga mat, hoping to shake off the Monday morning parenting frustrations that come with getting back into routine after spring break. As I moved through the practice, the instructor invited us to think of someone who is very easy to love.Immediately, my mom came to mind.Today is her 78th
Boundaries, Pringles, and the Magic of Owning My Share
This morning, Kelly and I rolled out our mats on the pool deck at Margaritaville St. Thomas for a yoga session with The Underbelly Yoga led by Jessamyn Stanley. (Side note: if you haven’t experienced her yet, do yourself a favor—life-changing.)We chose a practice about loving our bellies, abs, legs, and lower back, and as
Showing Up When It’s Hard
Vacations are full of magic—swimming with turtles, pizza delivered to a boat, a swim-up taco bar (hello, heaven). But there’s a part of vacation that can make or break everything—the moment when everyone is overstimulated, exhausted, hungry, and no one is at their best.Yesterday, for us, that moment hit in the grocery store.Leo and I
This is Where We Part Ways—Or Walk Forward Together
Dear Friends,This is the first of many letters from us in this space. It is also an invitation—one that asks you to decide if you want to be part of what we’re building or if this is where we part ways.We are done playing by the rules of platforms that exploit, divide, and manipulate. We
The Ultimate Emotional Roller Coaster
Parenting lately? A whirlwind. A full-blown emotional roller coaster. One minute, I’m the annoying reminder machine—“Did you brush your teeth? Clear your plate? Do your homework?”—and the next, I’m the unexpected Lego-building companion of choice. It’s a constant dance between rejection and connection, frustration and deep, heart-expanding love.The eye rolls, the sighs, the ughhhh responses—I
