The question that plagues our bones and rains doubt on our lives, dispelled again and again by reassurances, but always seems to come the fuck back.
On behalf of the creatives who loathe small talk, please don’t.
I let the need for external validation throw a massive wrench in my artist machine. Ho boy.
On this day, we lift up and cheer the women around us. But what about our bodies that have carried us here?
I start every day with a gratitude list because I feel better. Not just because it makes me check in with myself, but because it helps me stake my claim on the life I’m living.
I really think we should take a look at how we’re using social media, and what our trauma and our experiences look like after they’ve been released.
I have been asked often why I sell a Uterus shirt among all the jewelry and artwork, so I wrote about it. I would love for you to read it, and I’m giving you a hug as you do!
My divorce was hard fought and hard won, there’s many moments I’ve felt powerful since, but this was a very powerful day for me.