A desert art adventure, a surprise Karen moment, and the creative wake-up call I didn’t know I needed. Refill your creative well—here’s how.

After 10,000 minutes of meditation, I’m not claiming to be a monk or master—but I am more in control of my mind than I’ve ever been. In this post, I reflect on my 5+ year journey with mindfulness, overcoming anxiety, depression, and panic attacks through consistent, imperfect practice. Meditation has been more than a habit; it’s become a tool for healing, clarity, and emotional regulation. Whether you're curious about how to start meditating, looking for inspiration on your mental health journey, or wondering what real transformation looks like from the inside out—this milestone is proof that change is possible. It doesn’t take perfection. It takes presence.

Join me as I share the turning points, the tools that helped, and what it means to become the expert of your own mind—one breath at a time.

The rebirth of Karen’s Daughter is not about erasing the past—it’s about integrating it. My work bridges the worlds of transformation, integration, and social change. This is my metamorphosis. And this is only the beginning.

Going back to your childhood can be a painful and vulnerable experience, but finding your Mother Wound and bringing it to light can help you let go of what’s not serving you so you can move closer to your truth.

What goes through the minds of white women when she becomes a “Karen?” Here’s a story of how I failed a young black man simply trying to buy dinner by showing up as a Karen.

This is a story of when I removed an unconscious bias, how a beautiful friendship started. When I broke down the “fear of a black man” that was instilled in me somewhere along the way and saw someone for exactly who they were, how two lives were changed.

My first Artist Date brought me to meet Alexander, a simple reminder that all children want to do is tell their story too.

My mom took a bath every night. And like all mothers, probably took this time as a time for herself every day. I never really looked at it this way but my mom was giving herself #selfcare before it was trendy.

It was time to start having hard conversations with my parents, but by doing this, leaves one feeling vulnerable toward the unknown.