Autumn Leaves, Nostalgia & the Deep Magic of Seeing Ourselves.

I Like How Life Feels with You Next to Me.

What Makes our Love Last.

A Love Note for Those Who Feel it All.

I Wrap my Arms around Sweet Solitude. {Poem}

How the Healing Begins: 76 Words about What Changes Everything.

Redefining Rest (Hint: it’s not Failure).

A Poem for the Witchy Wild Women.

The Weird Moment when you Realize you’re Happy.

The Courageous Truth about Self-Love—& Why Self-Care Doesn’t Fix Everyth…

Don’t Forget to Hold Space for Your Own Heart.

How I Get through the Messy, Painful, Broken Times.

The Courage to be Bare-Ass Vulnerable—& Live Vividly.

I’m Learning How to Nourish Myself (& Sometimes it’s Messy as Hell).

10 Empowering Quotes & Poems for Brave Young Women.

You Can’t Hide your Heart Forever.

Trying & Striving are Exhausting—I Yearn for the Quiet Treasures of Life.

The Vulnerability of Loving You.

It’s Okay to Feel it All.

You Remind me that Having Wounds Does not Make Me Broken.

Deep Feminine Roots: An Ode to our Magic & Power.

The Best Way to Befriend Ourselves (Even in the Shattering, Heart-Breaking Moments).

When Two Givers Find Each Other.

Why we Need to Embrace the Wild, Fierce, Messy, Honest-as-Hell Depths.

For the Wild Women who will Never Stop Becoming.

Self-Love: Embracing all of our Loud, Messy, Vulnerable, Tender, Beautiful Selves.

She is Goddamn Electric. {Poem}

For those who are Forever Stumbling in & out of Love.

Setting Boundaries is Sexy. Knowing what we Need is Divine.

When Things Fall Apart: My Favorite Pema Chödrön Quotes for Quarantine.

How to actually Understand the Men in your Life.

Take the Time to Create Something Today. Feed your Hungry Heart.

Healing is Still Happening even on the Sh*tty Days.

The Sensuality of a Woman.

I Hope you Fight for your Dream. I Hope you Fight Hard.

I Never Thought I would find Lasting Love.

For those with Aching Hearts this Holiday Season.

The Journey from Trauma to an Open Heart.

Our Real Selves are not Filtered—we are Wounded, Imperfect & Tender.

Love Brings Up our Sh*t—Messy, Complex & Beautiful.

For the Sensitive & Empathic Folks who are Running on Empty.

She found the Wild, Vibrant, Feminine Magic waiting inside Her.

Slow Down, Lover. There is No Rush.

How to Love a Woman who comes Alive in Autumn.

I Dedicate these Words to my own Cracked & Broken places—& to Yours.