In writing random thoughts that come to my mind, I’m realizing what keeps me stuck.
Read Moreoh, you speak French now?
I hear you talkin' 'bout "We" a lot, oh, you speak French now?
Read Morefight through, or...
While not enough to disturb my neighbors, my stomach is making mild noises.
Read Morewtf is really going on
Mm, maybe I’ll dig into it another day.
Read Moreonce I saw it
My concept for a creative interview series wasn’t born from a strategy.
Read Morebefore I could call it
The creative career path is a messy one.
Read Moregrrrrrrr
Fck my fcking life. I’m standing on the Metro rail platform now, my cousin’s twerkshop starts in 15 minutes and the next train may not come for another 15 minutes.
Read Morepartying is for people w/ their shit together
I lost my f**king college class ring in the ocean this weekend, partying.
Read MoreSee?!
It’s part three and I’m going to tell one concise story of how working the Fanatics Studios launch party as a cocktail waitress told me [inserts figure head with volume projecting], get on yo’ motherf—king sh-t, h—!
Read Morethis my therapy
At this point, I’m just yapping… feel free to skip to part three.
Read Morei woke up pissed
Well, this opens as a storytime… [nervous smile]
Read Moresettling in and hot garbage
A YouTube apartment tour spirals into a reflection on renting, fear of settling in, perfectionism, and the exhausting pressure to create content in a quantity-over-quality internet. From comment-section debates to half-unpacked living rooms, this is an honest look at resistance—creative and personal.
Read Moreidk what I was about to say
I could easily lose track of time at the local library. Unfortunately, this time, I apparently lost track of time before even arriving.
Read Moreoh yeah, I'm writing
This is f’ing a** and it all needs to go in the trash.
Read Morefighting the good fight
Even with these folks drumming on my last got damn nerve, gotta keep fighting the good fight.
Read Morethe girls are going for it
A moment of inspiration sparked by seeing women actually go for what they want — on screen, on set, and in real life. Living and working in L.A. means constantly crossing paths with driven, like-minded women who remind me that nothing falls into your lap unless you’re already moving toward it.
Read Moreleaving my trace
A breakdown of my new site title and tagline — the double meanings, the movement philosophy behind them, and why this shift represents the next evolution of my creative identity.
Read Morea girl on a bike walks into a coffee shop
A midday stop at a Melrose coffee shop turns into a spiral of observations, frustrations, and tiny awakenings. From overpriced lattes to strangers in Hermès, I question work, worth, distraction and desire — all while scribbling thoughts into a pocket-sized notebook.
Read MoreAin’t Nothing to It But to Do It
Some nights, the hardest part of writing isn’t the writing — it’s the limbic friction, the bloating, the tech acting stupid, and the long days stacked with gigs, Pilates, and L.A. chaos. Between a rebellious gut, a glitchy laptop, and a productivity goal I’m trying to hit, this is the unfiltered truth of what it takes to do the thing anyway.
Read Morey'all could never make me hate the hood
After a craving for fries sent me to JJ’s Fish and Chicken on the “bad” side of town, I was reminded of something people forget: the hood is full of warmth, humor, and community. Between taped booth seats, cheap fried food, and strangers laughing together, I felt safer and more at home than in any suburb.
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