The Wild Beneath Our Feet
A Thanksgiving Kinship Walk along Seattle’s shoreline becomes a meditation on land, history, wildness, and the guides who help us hear the city’s heartbeat.
From Skater to Sprained Ego to Recovery Chic
I went roller skating to feel young again. It worked—if by young you mean willing to wager your aging skeleton against nostalgia.
Please Join My Cult (It’s Mostly About T-Shirts and Snacks
I didn’t mean to join a cult. I just bought a t-shirt. Then I laughed, felt groovy, and remembered how good it feels to wear something handmade and a little off.
Threads of Recognition
I’ve been writing about fashion for almost a decade, but it’s only recently that I’ve understood what confidence looks like on me. It’s not in the bold prints I used to chase, but in the quiet assurance of clothes that whisper instead of shout.
A Conversation in Clay
We thought we were just making roof tiles. What we found was stillness, kindness, and a lump of clay that became a guardian—and a memory.
Who Gets the Mashed Potatoes First
What does love look like when you scale it up to a country? It’s an easy word to say, but a harder one to define. And once you think you’ve got it, how does it ripple outward into a community and circle back to nourish the people within it?
I don’t have the full answer, but I have some stories.
Hunting Truffles with Cowboy
We set out into the woods to find truffles. Our guide was a dog named Cowboy. He found something else instead—a long bone, possibly human. This is the story of a winter day in the Pacific Northwest, a quietly remarkable dog, and the woman who works beside him.
But...She Won
We stood in a tiny dressing room of a trailer, just the two of us. He held the results from the judges. The winner was clear. The woman had blown everyone away. But he hesitated. Then he turned to me and said, “What do you think? Should we give it to my buddy instead?”
Just like that, everything I had built was at risk.
Frida, Fashion, and the Dream That Followed Me Home
This isn’t quite a travelogue. It’s more like a dream I had while awake, somewhere in Coyoacán. Every word is true—just not all of it happened in the usual way.
My Sinuses vs. Mexico City: A Telenovela
Our trip to Mexico City started with walking tours, tacos, and ambition. It ended with a cold, a curtain, and a surprising lesson in letting go.