
What More Magic Do I Deserve?
When I arrived in Mexico City, I was met with a familiar symphony: the hum of Spanish conversations, the warmth of the sun filtering through my window, the scents of street food vendors, the buzz of the city: the promise of the dream I’d once dream to live a spacious life guided by community and creativity.

Ode: to the Gal in the Mirror
This place in the mirror has been sacred ground to fill with wonder and winding hips, wetness and weirdness in toe.