I’ve always loved my back. My strong back. My feminine back. My back of curving shapes and soft silhouettes, my olive-skinned and...

January. What a beautiful month for disasters. And disasters there have been. From a petulant adult child who sashays around the house...

The last few days have been shockingly cold. The beauty that I once idolized in the marmalade, honey, and curdled palettes of burgundies,...

As it has become a tradition with me, I’m late speaking on celebrations passed, moments bygone, and life events already lived. That’s not...

Jenny Saville is one of my favorite artists – for obvious reasons. I was sixteen when I first discovered the contemporary British...

I woke up and rolled around in bed for a few minutes, stretching and untangling my limbs from the weight of bed covers, before reaching...

Pride Month is over and it’s time to return everything to the closet. Except ourselves. Put away the rainbow flags and roll-on glitter,...

Pride Month – let’s talk about it. I have as much of a complicated relationship with Pride Month as I do with any discussions of...

There has been a lot of typing, writing, editing, rewrites, pitches, and log lines scripted and rescripted over the last few weeks. There...

What if. What if? What if revenge wasn’t what you thought it was? Would you be open to learning what it is? What if revenge, the sweetest...