Once, I was soft. My hips swayed with chimes and bells and my shoulders rocked like midday waves, sweet and steady and rhythmic. Then this softness fractured and something else
Happy (belated) New Moon, wonderfuls! The New Moon Juju is still potent–can you feel it? Woo, this is the first episode in a while. Lots of things have gone down:
On Saturday, I was part of an estimated 2.9 million demonstration for love, compassion, unity & a world where everyone of us is safe, abundant, and happy. My social media
When I was in Kindergarten, I was chosen to be Mary in the school’s performance Christmas Story–when Jesus was born. My first crush–a boy named George from my class–was cast
Comparison, if I let it, could swallow me whole. The other day while working out in a group class, I was having fun, bopping around and feeling awesome and strong and
Last week, I watched the sun set on my last day as a twenty-something with a bottle of sparkling rosé and ScHoolboyQ. Despite everyone saying–in a weird, reconciliatory way–life
I love autumn: As basic as it may be, I’m first in line for freebasing pumpkin-flavored anything come September, with orange leaves in my hair and the cozy socks-n-knee boots combo. But
I am all about making eating a ritual. And let’s be real: Eating can be a loaded activity, especially if you have a history of some weird food habits (ahem,
Happy New Moon, lovers! The new moon is a time for introspection, reflection. There is something transforming beneath the surface–the membrane of collective chrysalis churns and bulges with what is
Happy New Moon, lovers! Tonight, the moon moves into Cancer–a sign that hugely emanates love, nourishment, emotiveness and cozying down, hard. Amy and I are talking just those things today:
