I still catch myself jumping at my own shadow, because I no longer recognize it.

A love letter to my girl.

On tending to my own corporeal household.

On David Lynch and the importance of preserving love through our creative works.

On landing in the big city - handsfree and irresponsible of anyone’s pleasure but my own.

On finding peace in the constant. The impermanence.

I did it, I’m doing it, and I am fucking loving it.

Cruelty is not a necessity. Empathy is. Kindness is.

Lynchian towns & Seinfeldian philosophies: TV as escapism.

The Witchmas origin story.

Allowing yourself to feel it all: the good, the bad, and the ugly.

A love story.

On becoming and being a woman.

Just another manic mom-day.

Why teach our kids to diminish their free will so as to cater to the wellbeing of others?

On the selfishness and selflessness in art and motherhood.

On boygenius, sonic meditations and time gained.

On finding stillness in the day to day chaos.

...on the kind of love that is timeless and engrained in our DNA.

What our toddler’s teachings in pop culture have taught me about what’s really important.