Personal essay
My Inheritance
My mother kept me in a karmic position in life—karmic people, karmic situations—and she was always right there to speak confusion into my natural thoughts of clarity.
There were many times in my journey when all could have been forgiven alongside a profound acceptance and healthy distance from my personal life and choices. After all, it is our responsibility to mature and align, given a willingness for growth. But she continued to make things harder for me because of her own internalized struggles. I didn’t need to be in the room to be a victim of her manipulation.
The Core Understanding
Narcissistic parenting passes through generations like a genetic mutation…
Narrative Scene
The Last Night Shift
The rays from the vibrant blue background on the call queue screen hanging above her cubicle normally cause anxiety. The time read 12:35 a.m. Alyssa checked her dashboard for the 20th time, her eyes swiftly eyeing the numbers after four years of graveyard shifts at the twenty-four-hour call center.
"There is still some cake left in the main breakroom if you want to leave that desk," Jade said as she passed Alyssa's cubicle for the second time on her lap around the office, pumping her arms at a semi-brisk pace.
She almost smiled. "Well, you know I don't want to make any brash changes to our last three years here together. Don't want to cause any panic," she joked. Alyssa would spend an entire 10-hour shift focused and secluded…
Long-Form article
The Hard Lessons I Learned in Therapy: A Journey to Self-Worth
I Wasn't Looking Out for Myself
I wasn't neglecting my physical needs or basic self-care. Rather, I was prioritizing attachment over my own wellbeing. I made life-altering decisions based on the false logic that a familiar unhealthy situation was preferable to the unknown, that scraps were better than nothing at all.
When I heard this described as self-destructive in my twenties, it didn't register. But looking back at how I approached therapy reveals the same pattern. When a therapist made condescending remarks, I stayed because switching felt like too much effort or expense. When another apologized with "I'm sorry you felt that way"—contradicting the very accountability he claimed to teach—I accepted it as genuine rather than recognizing it as dismissal.
I didn't recognize these as reasons to leave….
Brand Story Sample
The Track Runner's Planner: Brand Story
The Problem
My daughter loved running. But she couldn't keep track of anything else.
Meet times got forgotten. PR times lived in her head. Practice schedules conflicted with school assignments. Gear got left behind. The usual planner was too big, too general, too much. By the time she found the section she needed, she'd already moved on.
As a single mother managing two jobs, I couldn't manage her schedule for her. She needed something designed specifically for her life as a runner—something that worked as hard as she did.
The Solution…