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Finding My Tribe, And Coming Home to Myself

Birth to 38. I was on the outside. Looking in. My face pressed up against the glass. My fingers leaving telltale smudges that spoke of longing. Of wanting to be included. It didn’t seem to matter where I traveled to or what terrain I crossed. There was always a message…

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For All The Women Who Came Before Me

Long before my beating heart emerged into this lifetime, the earth felt the footfall of countless other warrior women who came before me. Too few of their stories made the history books. Too many didn’t. Their names and faces are mostly unknown to me, yet somehow I carry their legacy.…

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Our Symphony Has Stopped. A Letter to My Lost Love

Here I am, on the other side of everything we fought to get through. And here you aren’t. Our love has sat on a dusty shelf for thousands of hours now, and whilst we both know the futility of reaching for a cloth to clean it with, the space remains…

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About

I am a writer, a truth seeker and an ambassador for self acceptance.

 

After a lifetime (or three) of feeling as though I didn’t fit in, I decided to stop trying. And that’s when I grew my creative wings.

 

I discovered that by omitting certain words from my vocabulary (“should”, “must” and “not enough” to name a few) I was able to release all the limiting beliefs that had gnawed away at me for far too many years.

 

 

I took all the shouty energy vampires that had been shredding my spirit (like fear and self doubt) and I put them in a jar that I labelled No Longer Required. Then I fastened the lid. Tightly.

 

The more I embraced my creative path the stronger my wings became. Soon I was taking flight without second guessing my ability to stay airborne. The sky became my second skin.

 

I wanted to share my cloud space with others who felt lost and uncertain. I wanted to show them that they, too could swoop and soar. I wanted them to know that just because they felt broken and jaded, it didn’t mean they couldn’t fly.

 

I decided to become an ambassador for self acceptance. I was tired of articles that told me what to wear and who to emulate. I was over worrying about wrinkles and weight. I stopped giving a f*ck about who thought what about me and I wrote articles that encouraged others to do the same. I became a word warrior.

 

I saw that the mainstream media machine was a toxic cloud that was bleeding its disempowering messages into my much loved sky so I made it my mission to get that smog out of my landscape. I spoke up for myself and I cheered on other women who did the same.

 

 

Authenticity is at the core of everything I do. I refuse to edit myself or my story.

 

By being brave enough to be vulnerable I have empowered myself, and through sharing my flaws as well as my fabulousness, I have reached a place where I lovingly own all of who I am.

 

I am a seeker of truth, yours and mine, and I strive to find beauty in all things broken.

 

Creativity is truly my meditation. Understanding the healing power of the creative process has been the single most significant experience of my life.

 

When I’m feeling off kilter I know I need to take time to hook up to some creative I.V. therapy and let art and books soak my veins. My rebel cells need their fix. (Sometimes they need their Netflix, too).

 

I’m a huge animal lover and I believe that each being has a birthright to freedom. I fully support LGBTQi people, I believe Black Lives Matter and I have a deep desire to see Native Americans be given respect and fair representation.

 

Intersectionality is important to me and I strive to gain a greater understanding of experiences that are not mine. (If you are in a minority group or have been shunned or shamed by others, you are welcome here.)

 

Writing has been instrumental in helping me process all that I think and feel, as well as giving chinks of light to the darkness and depression that occasionally come to visit me. Like I told you – I don’t edit out any of my story and I encourage you not to either.

 

 

I have a passion for chai tea (always the tea bag, never the latte) and good chocolate. I’m soothed by candles and classical music and I’m energised by people who pursue their passions.

 

Some of my most poetic pieces of work have been prompted by my good friend, Ms. Pinot Grigio. (I always believe in giving credit where it’s due.)

 

I prefer to celebrate other women rather than view them as my competition. I believe that we are as much a sistersong as a sisterhood – each woman adds her own beautiful verse.

 

I’m much more interested in living an authentic life than I am by the less legitimate ‘likes’ that the digital age has declared to be our self esteem guide.

 

Sometimes the shouty energy vampires that I put in that tight jar start creating trouble. They demand to be set free so they can run riotously around my mind. Whenever that happens I create something. Anything. I take my fear and turn it into my fierce. I love a bit of alchemy.

 

My work has been featured by numerous sites, including: Rebelle Society, The Huffington Post, Elephant Journal, Positively Positive, TUT, Tiny Buddha, The Manifest-Station & Not Salmon. 

 

Part of my journey has been featured in #LIFECHANGER, a collection of inspirational stories from people who have changed their lives by manifesting their dreams.

 

I was chosen as one of the Best 50 Women’s Empowerment Blogs by the Institute for the Psychology of Eating and Top 101 Most Inspiring Blogs by Guided Mind.

 

I grew up in London and I now live in New York City with my husband (and partner in creativity).

 

You can connect with me on FacebookTwitterInstagramGoogle+ and YouTube.

 

Click here to hear me being interviewed on Girl Power Hour Radio Show.

 

Click here to listen to me being interviewed on America Mediating Radio Show.