the K & M on my napkins
It’s been years since I’ve formally hosted a dinner party. Not even for Thanksgiving. Not for Christmas. For a long time, I’ve joked that I have hosting PTSD—and honestly, there’s...
It’s been years since I’ve formally hosted a dinner party. Not even for Thanksgiving. Not for Christmas. For a long time, I’ve joked that I have hosting PTSD—and honestly, there’s...
It lives in the gut. In the flick of a measuring tape. In the rhythm of painter’s tape and Sharpie lines. It’s not always logical—but it always lands
Conflict is not a sign that something’s broken. It’s a sign that something matters.
"At my core, I am a truth-teller, mirror, and sacred disruptor."
A weekend painting session, a phase shift, and remembering who I am.