Walking through the forest more slowly than usual feeling the crunch of every stone beneath my boots and with the weight of everything I required to meet my basic needs resting firmly on the width of my hips my skin started to expand reaching for...
(the following article is reprinted from my original publication in Wild Woman Magazine) When I am adrift, the ocean calls me. She reminds me that whatever threatens to unmoor me that day is minuscule when held up against the fundamental, undeniable...
I am sitting in my hiking shorts, smelling of campfire. My pockets are heavy with a smooth piece of rose quartz and the headlamp I used to light the fire before the sun rose this morning. I am filled with a combination of gratitude and bewilderment for a...
As my kids get a little older, I’ve had the opportunity to engage in the kinds of adventures that truly invigorate me, and allow me to feel capable and confident (aka: not just adventures like road-tripping with toddlers or using the bathroom by myself). The...
I think it happened as I swirled precariously around the outside edge of a massive whirlpool they called The Washing Machine. I wore denim shorts and a lifejacket, thankfully, and it was the first day of my period. I was sixteen. Whitewater rafting wasn’t my...
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