What is storytelling, really?
Hop in. We’re going exploring. Did you get the memo? 2026 is going to be a big year for storytelling. Or storytelling is dead. Depending on who or what you ask. See also: everyone’s a storyteller. (Hey, me too!) I sit at an interesting intersection as a writer, artist, activist andCan We Just Stop for a Sec?!
I’ve done what I consider a lot of work over the past few years to mitigate my anxiety and rewire my brain so I can show up in the world in a way that consistently (keyword for marketing and life: consistency!) reflects my values and who I am, or at least who I’m trying to […]Rainy Mornings at the Café
Nearly six years ago, I sat at a cozy coffee shop, slunk deep into a big comfy couch, on Goswell Road in London and wrote a blog post — Goswell Road Coffee. It was part vacation, part time to focus on art — mainly my ex’s who was there to perform his music. But I […]The Traffic Lights in Times Square Were Dark
The traffic lights in Times Square were dark. Three police officers stood in the middle of 42nd Street and 8th Avenue making what looked like a half-assed attempt at directing traffic. But perhaps they’d simply given in to the frivolity of the task as box trucks, cars, SUVs, taxis, AmazonFinding Balance in Chaos
I spent International Women’s Day 2025 with hundreds of other women and nonbinary folx (and a few men) at The Meteor’s Meet the Moment summit at the Brooklyn Museum. It was a full day of sessions with journalists, artists, entrepreneurs, and political activists across the spectrumTransformation Is Painful
2020 was five whole years ago yet somehow I feel like I’m just waking up out of a long, dreamless slumber. I remember the before time as a chaotic, nonstop merry-go-round buzzing with anxiety, dopamine hits, constant striving, the weight of unmet expectations, and a sense of self-worthCautiously Optimistic
She opened her eyes and shot up. She’d been preparing for weeks…months…it might as well have been years, for all she could tell. Time was hard to fathom still at her age. Each week felt like a lifetime. Waiting for Christmas day felt like centuries. But waiting for today, this was worth it.Load More