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The Great Closet Purge
I decided to completely annihilate my wardrobe. Like, everything came out. Every hanger. Every bin. Every drawer. My living room is basically a fabric apocalypse right now. We’re talking over twenty years of clothes. Some of it belonged to my mom but most of it’s mine and they represent my moods, my body changes, and Continue reading
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A Night of Opera and Old Glamour
Last night I attended a historic performance at Tacoma’s Pantages Theater; The first part of Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen – Das Rheingold. It was a night filled with music, history, and emotion. But what made it truly special wasn’t just the performance. It was what I decided to wear. I pulled out my old Continue reading
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Autumn’s Goddess — A Candlelit Night
I’ve finally finished editing my latest video, stepping into the night as autumn’s goddess. Candles flickered all around me, a single pumpkin glowing softly, and I moved slowly, letting the shadows and light trace my steps. Everything felt suspended – the leaves, the air, the hush of the season. Over the video, I read my Continue reading
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Fall in the Air, Pixie in My Hair
The first crisp breeze of fall always makes me feel alive. It’s like the air itself is saying, go ahead, change something and surprise yourself. So I did. I chopped it all off into a very gamine pixie. Wow. The second I saw it, I felt like a whole new season had slipped onto my Continue reading
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Tremor of Stars
Two rivers run, unseen, beneath The skin of stars, where silence keeps. One hums in shadow, one in flame, Yet neither knows the other’s name. A mirror breaks in a language lost, Reflections drift, count no cost. Bones of wind, whispers of rain, Folded inside a secret chain. Time blinks sideways, refusing doors, We are Continue reading
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The Goddess, Unveiled
I move like honey in the heat, A rhythm slow, a pulse beneath. My skin holds dusk, my breath is wine, The curve of want, the edge of time. I do not beg, I do not chase I summon with a softened face. The world leans in to taste my flame, And whispers low… she Continue reading
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🌿 I Made a Video About Letting Go
I recently filmed a video about something that’s been unfolding quietly in my life: The slow, personal process of letting go. Letting go of isolation. Letting go of second guessing myself. Letting go of the things I carried for so long, I forgot I could set them down. This isn’t a “how to.” It’s a Continue reading
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She Walks in Light Unnamed: Becoming Something Wild and Beautiful
I didn’t know exactly what I was making when I started filming this. I just knew I wanted it to feel like something whispered, like a dream or a spell or a memory I hadn’t lived yet but missed anyway. I went out into the grass in the late afternoon, barefoot, wearing a green dress Continue reading
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The Woman I Saw in Myself: Loving Katharine Hepburn
There are women I admire. And then there are women who remind me of myself before I had language for who I was. Katharine Hepburn is that woman. I can’t tell you the first time I saw her, I don’t mean watched her, I mean felt her. That sudden stillness in my chest, like someone Continue reading
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Surprise! I Finally Got My Hair Done—And It Felt Like Coming Back to Life
It’s wild how much we can put off when we’re just trying to survive. For me, something as simple as a hair appointment slowly became this massive emotional hurdle. I hadn’t been to a real salon since before my mom passed away—over 4.5 years ago. And then, earlier this year, I had surgery, which took Continue reading
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Dear INFJ: Letter #3 – You Were Never Meant to Be Small
Dear INFJ, You’ve spent so much of your life folding yourself into quieter versions of who you are. You learned how to dim your light, not because it wasn’t bright, but because it made others squint. You learned how to carry other people’s pain without them even asking, like it was your job, your purpose, Continue reading
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Electric Reverie
In the quiet dark,Pain whispers, yet still I create—Silent strength unfolds. Continue reading
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Pathology Update
I had surgery a few days ago, and I’m so relieved to share that everything came back benign – absolutely no cancer! The mass that was removed was a very large mature cystic teratoma. One unexpected finding was that my left fallopian tube was fused shut, meaning it wasn’t open the way it should be. Continue reading
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Losing My Left Ovary: Healing, Grieving, and Learning to Live in My Body Again
It still hasn’t fully hit me. Three days ago, I lost my left ovary and fallopian tube. The words feel surreal, like they belong to someone else. My mind knows it happened, but my heart hasn’t caught up yet. Maybe because the pain is louder than my thoughts, or maybe because I’m not ready to Continue reading
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The Weight of Healing: Reflections on Surgery and Pain
Day two, and the pain is relentless. It moves through me in waves: sharp, deep, and unforgiving. I’ve always been a side sleeper, but now my body resists every position, every shift, every attempt at comfort. My bed, once a place of rest, now feels foreign, incapable of holding me through this. So, I’ve surrendered Continue reading
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Surgery, Cysts, and Coffee
I had surgery today, and honestly, it was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I was wheeled into the OR, scared out of my mind, not really knowing what to expect, but I had an amazing medical team that made all the difference. My gynecological oncologist is the top in the area, Continue reading
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Between the Knife and the Unknown
I lie beneath the weight of waiting,the hush before the plunge,where time bends,where breath is borrowed,where the body is a question with no answer. The scalpel sings in silent promise,a whispered hymn of hope and risk.Will I wake to the sun’s golden mercy,or slip into the quiet where names are forgotten? I have traced the Continue reading
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A Night of Recognition: Celebrating Dale Johnson and Female Composers
Last night’s Tacoma Youth Symphony concert was a moment of reflection, celebration, and recognition. It was a reminder of the untold stories of women in classical music and a tribute to the impact of Dale Johnson, a figure whose influence has shaped countless musicians over the years. It was a night that made me reflect Continue reading
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Chasing the Dusk
Kiss me as the sun sets,When the world softens and the night whispers its secrets,Let your lips trace the curve of my neck,A slow, deliberate tease that leaves me breathless,Warming the spaces between us that no words can fill. Hold me close, feel the heat rise as our bodies melt together,Fingers grazing skin, finding the Continue reading
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Raw
I stand before the mirror, bare. A woman. Raw. My body, defiant in its existence, stares back at me. Feminine curves, unapologetic and soft, yet unyielding. A tight stomach, not sculpted by deprivation but by the breath I have held through heartache, by the steady rise and fall of survival. Curvaceous hips, wide and steady, Continue reading
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