I’m reaching out because I need your help with something very important. My dog Chibi has been missing from Los Angeles since late November 2024. He was my service animal, and losing him has been devastating. I no longer live in Los Angeles, and trying to call every shelter, pound, humane societ

Studio dinner, act 6: I’m slicing garlic and slicing myself how? 🔪😅 Foot’s cut, blood pooling, ankle swollen from mystery inflammation—welcome to my life’s new accessory. Still, I season my healing with sass, basil, and burner-hot bravery. No car, no cash, half-dead ankles—and yet here I a

📝 🛒🪑✨ Day 5 Post: “Studio Glow-Up at 3AM” It’s 3AM and I’m finally home—with groceries, furniture, and a little more hope. This studio isn’t just where I live—it’s where I rebuild. Tonight I stocked my fridge and my spirit. Healing looks like snacks, soft lighting, and a Mohawk that ref

A tiny Kauai corner where my loud healing softens.   Here, I cry, sing, re-dye my hair, talk to my dog, and find myself again.   It smells like vanilla. It listens like a therapist.   It’s the place I become someone I actually like.   Follow for more soul-color stories from the girl wit