Grief is not just a feeling. It’s not a fog or a phase or a five-step brochure. Grief has hands. Hands that rearrange your kitchen drawers without asking. Hands that wake you up at 3:17 a.m. to replay the voicemail you can’t bring yourself to delete...

We’re spoon-fed the same story from the time we can walk: Figure it out. Do it right. Get the grades. Say the lines. Choose the path that makes the most sense to everyone else. Be nice, but not weak. Be strong, but not intimidating. Be available, bu...

People keep asking what my “niche” is — like I’m a Pinterest board. Is it art? Writing? Grief? Healing? Budgeting? Witchy life? Emotional chaos? Yes. It’s all of that. And sometimes none of that, depending on the day and how many hours of sleep I go...

Honestly? I have no clue. But I made it anyway because… life. And apparently I had something to say and nowhere to put it except inside my own head (which, let’s be honest, is already overcrowded). This blog is not curated. It’s not SEO-optimized. I...