A Letter to You the Artist

Nov. 22, 2016 by

a letter from my adult self to my inner artist My Love, You have everything you need. You don’t need to take any more classes or get any better at your art. You are exactly perfect as you are. What

we are each others’ possibility models

Oct. 27, 2016 by

My Dear Loves. Do you ever have those weeks when you need to reassess your entire life? Or you feel like you do. A week when you just reach the point of who the fu*k am I and what the

even when you’re scared shitless

Oct. 19, 2016 by

My Loves, If you’re anything like me, you sometimes have a dip in your energy. You sometimes are filled with self-doubt. You sometimes can’t kick the overwhelm or calm the fatigue. You sometimes don’t know how brilliant and beautiful you

a gift for you: fall equinox ceremony love inside <3

Sep. 22, 2016 by

  My Loves. The leaves are falling outside as the sun shines brightly through my window. Even in Los Angeles, land of “no seasons,” I can sense Fall. I can feel it in my bones, my body, my blood, my

Healing Internalized Homophobia

Jul. 6, 2016 by

This was my love and I one year ago in the Topa Topa mountains, on our wedding day. I can’t tell you what it took to get here. To get here from meeting eleven years ago. I fell into queer

Rituals for Summer Solstice + Full Moon {Meditation inside!}

Jun. 19, 2016 by

Even as we’ve been navigating some grief and darkness in the wake of Orlando, the Light continues to beckon us towards its glow. Monday, June 20th is not only the light-filled Summer Solstice, the mid-point of our year, but it

“They Will Never” A Poem for Pulse

Jun. 14, 2016 by

Audio Poem Version here. YouTube Video Poem here. {a Poem for my queer & trans loves and for Pulse} “They Will Never” by Sofia Rose Smith The clouds are grey and I see a red City Sight Seeing bus taking

When you’re so tired, take a bath <3

May. 27, 2016 by

You already know that your healing is political. You already know that every way you can find to love yourself deeper, and to pause, and to breathe, and to dream — is political. The way we love is political. The

Being a Queer Femme of Color Magic-Maker

May. 23, 2016 by

The truth is, I don’t fit. And maybe neither do you. Maybe you keep tweezers in your car to pluck the hairs from your chin. Maybe you have no idea how to do this thing called life. Maybe you make

Mothering Ourselves {+ meditation inside}

May. 5, 2016 by

That’s my mama. That’s the woman who raised me. That’s the soul that mothered me into being. Years ago, I had heard Alexis Pauline Gumbs {who is brilliant} talk about the practice of “mothering ourselves.” Now and again {and especially