I set a goal and I failed at it.

We’re out there trying to use a fishing pole to take down a kraken.

No matter how far I go, how long I wait, my steps don’t turn into the magical, percussive beat of language coming to life in my head.

There’s a place I see when I close my eyes. It’s at the end of a cobblestone alley, up a set of crumbling stairs …

The way we collectively define value is arbitrary and the way we attach that value to compensation is broken.

There are very few events I dread more than a cocktail party.

#myslowcity is a hashtag, there to remind us that slow living is a choice, not a location…

We have a tendency to define creativity as something that belongs to a certain class of people who wear flowy dresses and put on gallery shows, but it’s not true.

I’m kind of a princess when it comes to birthdays…

You will write again. You will draw again. You will paint again. You will compose again. You will create again.

It’s disingenuous to pretend that. if you just spend a bit of time building out the perfect wardrobe, you’ll be done with shopping forever.

The kind of mindfulness and slow living I wanted to practice meant carving out a refuge from the real pressures of a fast-paced urban lifestyle, and finding ways to connect with nature without having to drive to beach or park.

I changed my social media bio recently to say, among other things, “I write about my life.” It’s a simple statement, but to me, a profound confession.