I’m a thirtysomething freelance writer and blogger with aspirations of becoming a journalist. I adore travel, languages, deep conversations, black coffee, and red wine. Outside of writing, I love to draw, paint, play music, and care for my plant babies. I live in Colorado with my wonderful partner.
I’ve been a writer on Medium since September 2020, and I’ve been featured in publications such as Curious, Wholistique, and An Injustice! I am also the owner and editor of The Juicy Life— a space for telling stories, sharing experiences, and inspiring each other to live more boldly and juice-fully.
My apologies for my spotty publishing record recently. I’ve been a bit distracted with various aspects of life and some exciting changes are on the horizon — for example, I just found out I got accepted into the graduate school program I’ve had my eye on! Also, we’re most likely getting a dog soon, and the search for a new furry friend has been taking up some of my time and energy.
On top of that, I just celebrated another birthday and while those are fun, they always make me a little extra introspective. For one of my…
Many of us want to live more mindfully. We sense that there is more to life beyond our everyday routines, beyond “adulting” and endlessly crossing stuff off of a to-do list. Beneath it all, we can sense a deeper meaning and a more peaceful way for us to exist. And we want to learn how to access it.
Meditation is one of the best-known ways to tap into that inner peace and a grounded, present-moment awareness — which is really the goal of mindfulness practice. Most of us have heard about how powerful and life-changing meditation can be.
Yesterday, somewhat out of character, I spent my afternoon walking among the dead.
I had just come from a happy hour with coworkers and was driving home, lost in thought. A few hours of socializing had not been enough to distract me or lift my mind out of its melancholy musings. It was the kind of mindless, meandering drive that was ripe for an unexpected detour.
As I headed west on Highway 285 from C-470, the sun was just beginning to set and the big light-up cross that sits on the side of a mountain — the one that’s been…
Feb 22, 2021
I took a long time to “grow up”.
I spent most of my twenties traveling, job-hopping, and trying on one hat after another to see what would fit. After finishing college, I was in and out of school several times but never earned another degree (a fact I hope to change soon). I dated around, I dabbled in various things, and I didn’t have…
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I took a long time to “grow up”.
I spent most of my twenties traveling, job-hopping, and trying on one hat after another to see what would fit. After finishing college, I was in and out of school several times but never earned another degree (a fact I hope to change soon). I dated around, I dabbled in various things, and I didn’t have anything resembling a “settled” life until I was close to my 30th birthday.
Meanwhile, all around me, my peers were finishing grad school, getting married, having kids. They’d settled into sensible adult careers, many of them…
Vaginal steaming: an ancient practice famously touted for its health benefits by the likes of Gwyneth Paltrow. It’s also famously been debunked by actual doctors and health experts.
Yet, vaginal steaming — also known as yoni steaming — remains a thing. It’s on the menu of services at some spas and wellness centers. The steam is supposed to cleanse and purify our vaginas, wombs, and general nether regions.
But not only does this practice have zero proven benefits — it’s also potentially dangerous. …
The girl sat at the edge of the precipice, pondering. Contemplating.
Everything and everyone she had ever known, and the city she had grown up in, lay behind her. Below, a vast unknown filled with depths that frightened her stretched out to the edge of the horizon. Far beneath the soles of her feet, the crashing of waves broke against the stone wall of the cliff.
Her feet and lower legs dangled dangerously. She wiggled her toes, savoring the warm ocean breeze as it kissed her feet and tossed the waves of her hair.
There was nothing to stop her…
Freelance writer & blogger. Empath, questioner, student of life and seeker of truth. Too many hobbies. Featured in Wholistique, Curious, An Injustice! and DDI.