Welcome to the Inner Circle

This is where the veil lifts.
Here you’ll find personal reflections, behind-the-scenes chaos, and deep dives into the writing life—grief, growth, creativity, and all the messy magic in between. Some posts are heavy, some are silly, and some are just me figuring things out in real time.

  • Movie Monday: Review of The Devil Wears Prada

    When Ambition Wears Heels Sharp Enough to Draw Blood There’s a moment in every woman’s life when she realizes she’s been sprinting through someone else’s expectations wearing shoes she never picked out. The Devil Wears Prada opens at precisely that moment—Andy Sachs stumbling into the glacial orbit of… Read More

  • ❄️ The Winter My Lung Collapsed (Twice)

    Childhood Pneumonia, Hospital Hallways, and the Season That Rewired My Life When I was ten, I caught the flu that was sweeping through Michigan that winter—one of those “everyone has it” strains from 2003 (something like the Venetian flu, if memory serves). Mom took me to the pediatrician,… Read More

  • The Year I Learned to Perform, to Create, and to Break

    Why 5th grade was both the best and the worst year of my life Some years teach you facts.Some years teach you who you are. Fifth grade did both—loudly, theatrically, and with a little emotional whiplash for balance. We Didn’t Just Learn—We Immersed My fifth-grade teacher didn’t teach… Read More

  • Photo Friday: Anchor Inn Evenings

    Fire pit on Anchor Inn on the Bay’s private beach in Traverse City (2016)—the kind of spot that feels like it’s seen a thousand summer nights and still has room for a thousand more. There’s something about a weathered fire pit on the sand that instantly drops you… Read More

  • Say You’re Sorry: The Spell We Keep Skipping

    The Forgotten Ritual There’s a ritual older than spellwork, more cleansing than smoke, and more transformative than any crystal grid or moonlit manifestation. It doesn’t require candles, herbs, or a perfectly timed moon phase. It’s called: “I’m sorry.” And somehow, it’s the one incantation people refuse to cast.… Read More

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    💔 The Example He Sets

    They say a father is a daughter’s first love. But really, he’s her first case study—her first example, her first unintentional teacher. Long before girls learn equations or phonics, they learn tone. They learn tension. They learn what affection looks like in practice, not theory. They learn how… Read More