Doodling mindlessly is the best way for me to let go of the heaviness of some days.

This is a $4 wood alphabet from Michael’s painted with acrylics as a keepsake for one of my daughter’s teachers.

People ask me how to start a ripple. Well, the answer is both simple and complicated: you don't start with the world. You start with yourself.

Joyful fingerpaintings to brighten your day and give courage to your creative spirit.

I wasn’t born kind and kindness as a kid was merely a form of compliance. Now I choose it everyday.

This moment—this tangible manuscript—is ours as much as it is mine. Thank you for walking beside me.

Now, I keep company with the past. Write in silence. Cry loudly in the bath. Dance in my underwear to no music.

Revolutions don’t have to have loud beginnings. They can start as soft ripples and turn into something big.

Doodling saves me from spiraling when things feel too heavy.

A deeply personal story about marriage, distance, and the quiet unravelings we often carry in silence.

Why I stopped chasing likes and started building real creative connection—one handmade token, one Ripple Room, one quiet moment at a time.

38% opened. 2% clicked. 14 unsubscribed. No way to quantify the moment someone felt a little less alone.

Lately, I’ve been noticing how the things that matter most—writing, making, trusting—don’t need applause.

Serendipity isn’t random — it’s a confluence of intention, intuition and intrepid unforced energy.

Written in response to Jeannine Ouellette’s Writing Toward Pleasure prompt on the paradox of desire. This poem is an ode to the sensory memories I carry in my body.

Giving costs something. Time. Energy. Vulnerability. And maybe, withholding can also be an act of discernment.

Some pages were hard to write. Some spilled out like breath. And all of them feel true.

AI tools cannot and will not replace you. Your journey is your own to share.

Make kindness tokens and spread smiles.