The world stopped, and so did that section of my soul that has to throw itself into written words. The writing. The poems. The scribbles in the notebook. (Ok, a few words written at the screen in panic/devastation/frustration. So much so, I forgot I even wrote them. But that was it.) It all just froze... Continue Reading →
2020 is a big deal for me. A new decade. A huge birthday in a few weeks. A lot of intentions and things to work on. I even started therapy a few months ahead of the new year to get focused and clear on how I wanted the next decade of my life to FEEL.... Continue Reading →
Make a wish over a flame. Bring home fresh herbs like basil and lavender. Spend some money on fresh cut flowers like jasmine (sensuality), rose (love), and gardenias (peace). Take the shortest night of the year to stay up all night and set intentions. These are all small rituals you can do to welcome the... Continue Reading →
I wrote this two weeks ago: Not very often in my life do I feel so overwhelmed or stretched thin that I feel close to breaking. In fact, my breaking point is so incredibly hard to get to, I sometimes wonder if I have one. I also sometimes wonder that if my breaking point were... Continue Reading →
Recently, I have been going through my old writing -- old websites, old books, old photo albums, doing research of my life like I have a test coming up. This is all of course, for my book and it has been incredibly therapeutic and all-consuming. Today, I found a post that I wrote on June... Continue Reading →
Needed: A new ritual Because, you know what is not ideal? When you finally get some clarity on a very important project, and then––your time is sucked into the universe with other things. Other things that are actually super important and can’t be ignored or directed elsewhere or postponed. I have 14 chapters of a... Continue Reading →
Then one day..... You’re speaking in front of a group of students––feeling weirdly inadequate, like at any moment someone is going to raise their hand and be like: “Wait, why are you here?” But then all of a sudden, you get going and start talking about where you’ve been, what you’ve done, and how email... Continue Reading →
“Here’s to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald Usually, when the season changes, I'll latch onto a cocktail for a few weeks. As summer has surely started to set in on Salt Lake City, I've been sipping on these hibiscus margaritas. Think of this libation like: a cocktail that incorporates savory... Continue Reading →
I spent this Mother's Day with my sister, our kiddos, and our good friend Andrea––eating, drinking, and talking about life, birth, mothers and daughters, and how motherhood has or hasn't been what we thought it would be. My sister said it best when she said that she knew motherhood would be hard and wonderful. But... Continue Reading →
When you label yourself as a "writer", it can feel super broad and vague. My entire writing life, I have struggled between getting laser-focused, or allowing myself space to write about whatever felt right in the moment. That has been evident in the blogs and creative projects I have worked on over the years. When... Continue Reading →
It has been bubbling up, making itself known, riding in the passenger's seat next to me. Just brewing under the surface, that sort of ever-present existence of 'you must create' that sits, pounding under the tongue of most writers. But this time, it's changed. It isn't just "you must write" ––it has become "you must... Continue Reading →
In The Way 