A poem to mark my 36th birthday. Personal
Home — A Poem
2018-02-25
This poem came from a dream. A dream rich in its visual texture. One that I knew would be hard to capture, yet might be free to emerge in the context of a poem. 
I desperately needed this — Losing Indie
2017-09-30
The only thing that has brought me real comfort is to try and capture what we shared. So I write… Dear Indie,
2017-09-28
I write this with a heavy heart in an attempt to capture what you mean to me. Style Lineage with my Grandma
2017-03-31
The way my grandma dresses expresses the way she conducts her life and how she interacts with the world — with great care. Happy Birthday Earth Mama
2017-03-22
The first day of spring also marks my mother’s birthday. It’s the perfect time to return to her. As the years go by (it’s been 17 years since her passing) the memories fade. I don’t remember what it feels like to be in her presence, what her eyes looked like when she smiled or what her laugh sounded like. Although these feelings fade, my gratitude grows infinitely. I’m grateful that she fell in love with the kindest, most Beyond Four Walls — A Poem for the Grizzly Bear
2017-03-10
I’m going to D.C. in April with Defenders of Wildlife to lobby for wildlife. I’m so grateful for this incredible opportunity to get a glimpse of the inner workings of our government and if nothing else, take advantage of an opportunity to stand up for my values and take my truth as far as my voice will go. I don’t know exactly how this trip will unfold, who we will be talking to, or if anything will get through to Exploring my Inner Clothing Designer
2017-02-24
I was having a high anxiety day, so I decided to step away from the computer and get out my watercolors. I started painting clothing for a flyer for Wilder Goods and I couldn’t stop, it evolved into these paper dolls. It unleashed the clothing designer spirit in me. I wanted to share with you all because it’s a really fun and easy project to do with kids, or for yourself. Class, Privilege and Activism
2017-02-02
To all those veteran activists out there, to the dedicated souls who have fought long and hard against injustice, to the ones who have made sacrifices for the greater good — I honor you. And more importantly, to those who had no choice but to fight for basic rights or survival, my heart aches for you and I pray for the power to shift in your favor. For some existing is an act of resistance.