Content warning: discussion of abuse, drug related death, attempted violence, trauma, mental health, loss.
I read an article today on #HuffingtonPost titled I'm 37 and living paycheck to paycheck. As I read, I realized how familiar the author's story was. You see the pressure to go to events to support friends and loved ones is real—even more so during the holiday season. Many of us are just one or two... Continue Reading →
a gentle breeze morphs into a tempest where trees once danced and bowed before a dormant power they dig their roots in deeper anchored—they sway drunk on the wind's power, unable to stand upright a lonely boat rests in the harbour at the complete mercy of a wild master. Wind shows up when and how... Continue Reading →
I've always been an independent person. I was the strong-willed child that knew what she wanted, the edgy teen who didn't take flack from anyone, and the travelling idealist looking for a place to put roots down—in her own time.