Telling stories is my shit sandwich. If you feel as keen about your craft, your business or your creative endeavor as I am about words and sharing the love, and are looking for some…
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Who says we’ve got this right to live when others are dying so young. It’s not a right, it’s a privilege. …
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It’s been a year. The adage has proven to be true; time does heal. But in ways I never expected. Things I never thought needed to heal. A year ago my boyfriend left. I…
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Bixiing my way to September’s Creative Morning. Running late, as one does on a Friday morning (couldn’t resist that chocolate protein shake with bananas and heavily buttered toasts – a girl needs to fuel…
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It cost me a little under 2K to realize that the dream I’ve been holding on to for years at this point might actually be more of a nightmare. As glamorized as it is…
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I called. Out of frustration, despair, as the tears were showing up at the corner of my eyes, I took my phone and made that call. It wasn’t the first. Another log in my…
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What would happen if you could conquer the highest summits from the comfort of your home? Once you face your fears and get to work, the world suddenly becomes full of possibilities that are…
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Going through eating disorder recovery is a long journey. But it's totally worth it, when you accept your fragility and choose love over fear, always.…
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So there I was, sitting one old cushion my grandma gave me, moving my arms around like a crazy lady. Kundalini yoga, they call it. Barney’s time, my dad renamed it, in honor of…
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I’m so sick and tired of myself, my own BS, the stories I tell myself to pretend that I’m fine. I’m not. I’m fucking screwed. And I don’t even want to say that because…
