Welcome to therapy... the kind where all of us girls sit around open a bottle of wine, pour a cosmopolitan, shake an espresso martini and sit on the couch. Let's talk... real talk about the cherished moments of discovering ourselves in our 20s and the worst feelings that come with it. I've received the best therapy from my girlfriends, so cheers to the sisterhood of figuring it out.

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Poets Anonymous

Sharing my love for words that may not always rhyme, but the melody speaks to the core of our heart and follows the hymns of our deeper thoughts.

  • Series 3.

    If our attention was devoted to strangers everyday, what stories would we come home with? Would a stranger tell her daughters about you at the dinner table that night? Would the little girl tell her older brothers what she saw across the street? We all coexist, but exist. Exist in front- displaying a show of… Read more

  • Piece 1.

    There is No living in Predicting It’s not 22 nor 24, just in between.  A gap year you could say. I know I did not expect to enter this number the way that I am, but yet  the small wisdom I have obtained so far is quick now to wash over that old thought.  Because… Read more

  • Series 2. 

    I don’t feel so pulled down by the gravity of heartbreak anymore. Though there are moments where aside me, I see the ocean that carries the in between sadness and holds that love, untouched. I write now, with more an appreciation, to have been able to experience such emotions that continue to compel me to… Read more

  • Series 1.

    As I am in South America, living in the depths of remote nature, my words have been immensely influenced recently. To write for the present is a beautiful thing, capturing sways of rhythmic thinking. My idea of poetry is not always a riddle of words, but more a narrative of melodic thoughts. I give thanks… Read more