I am a siren… Not the kind who lures sailors toward wreckage, but one who sings to the parts of herself that were once silenced—and supports other women in rediscovering their desires, boundaries, and voice. In my email newsletter Muses & Sirens, I recently launched a slow-unfolding series that explores the feminine psyche, sensuality, grief, mythic longing, and reclamation of personal power through the siren archetype. In it, I imagine her as a metaphor, a memory, and a mirror for...

Brunches on the weekends. Phone calls > texts. Summer holidays in Tuscany. “Bestie telepathy.” Transparency and compassionate honesty. Mirroring (and reflecting) vibrant, emotionally mature, healed energy.… This is what we’ve manifested. We are mutual warmth in an ice storm; and sisters from another life. -- As a wayfarer, and someone who’s ever reinventing herself, maintaining friendships while simultaneously chasing creative pursuits, career aspirations and a dream existence is challenging. Truthfully, I am the quintessential “busy” friend. The one who’s always...

As I emerge from a prolonged stint of “creative stillness,” a phrase borrowed from Dhayana Alejandrina (to describe “writer’s block), I’ve come to understand that I can never truly write about an experience while it’s “still dark outside.” I named this platform “Muse by Midnight” because I “sparkle in the twilight;” expanding like a nyctinastic plant which moves, breathes and shifts according to a circadian rhythm that reacts in response to darkness. I am in sync with myself – and...