I left an abusive marriage in early 2015. It was the hardest and most important thing I’ve ever done. And the two years after that? I struggled. I was in and out of my mom’s house. I racked up credit card debt just trying to survive. I struggled with the…

I remember being told once by someone I deeply respect that I was more of a connector than a “big ideas” person. As writer and creator, um. Ouch. At the time, I internalized it as a failing in some way, like my ideas were not substantial enough on their own…

Maybe she’s productive — maybe she’s just trying her best. So I get asked all. the. time. how I get so much done. It’s no surprise. I’m a mom, an entrepreneur, writing a book, and generally a half dozen other things at any given time. The short answer is I…

This morning when I woke up, I rummaged through the fridge for a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie and poured myself a cup of coffee, walking out to the table on the back patio. Kicking my feet up, I lit a joint and breathed a sigh of relief. No kids…

Worrying isn’t going to help (not to mention it’s bad for your immune system). Here are some ideas to keep you happier and healthier. Design your perfect morning routine — then make it happen. Keep a journal (best kept to 3–5 sentences daily as a record) Hydrate. Take an edible. …

To say I'm a passionate woman is about as poignant as calling the sky blue. Everyone already knows. I fall in love easily and often with projects, people, and places indiscriminately. And that lack of discrimination has made my life, well, complicated. My life's tapestry has been woven with chiffon…

I get emails every week saying the same thing. “How’d you do it? I’ve been trying to get my foot in the door.” “Can you connect me to someone who can help?” “Why is it so hard to break into cannabis — especially as a woman?” Particularly since I’m in…

Before I had my daughter, I was one of those people who didn’t think depression was a thing. It was a choice, laziness, or a lack of will. My postpartum depression went undiagnosed for over a year, until I tried to kill myself. …

Something wasn’t right. For most of September, this cloudiness fell over me that I couldn’t put my finger on. It didn’t quite feel like seasonal depression. I hear Saturn went direct, but I don’t really know what that means. What I knew was something was off, and as many good…