A reflection on time, labor, and the quiet inequities at home.
This piece unpacks the unseen weight of being the one who holds everything together — even when both partners are home. Through the lens of laundry, bedtime routines, and stolen moments of rest, I explore how easily “help” becomes assumption, and how free time often belongs to one person more than the other. For anyone who has ever felt like they’re doing too much simply because they’re “better” at it, this is a reminder: being good at something doesn’t mean you should have to carry it alone.

An origin story of creation, womanhood, and the courage to speak the unsaid.
This piece traces how a broken sunglass chain became the seed for Worn to Speak — a jewelry line born from silence, survival, and the unshakable question: What is a woman? Through motherhood’s beauty and isolation, unseen labor, and the weight of unasked conversations, I shaped my answer in gold. For anyone carrying truths they’ve never had space to say, this is a reminder: you can make something that speaks — first to you, and then to the world.

A meditation on ambition, motherhood, and the silent cost of starting from nothing.
This piece traces the frustration of wanting more when everything you stand on belongs to someone else. Through overlooked applications, invisible labor, and the ache of financial dependence, I reflect on what it means to build something of your own — without permission, and without a net.
For anyone who’s ever been called “potential” but never chosen, this is a reminder: you’re allowed to want more. Even if you have to carve out the space yourself.

A reflection on identity, belonging, and the ache of in-betweenness.
In this deeply personal piece, I unpack the silent weight of trying to build a life in a place that may never feel like home. From cultural dissonance to quiet resilience, this post is for anyone who’s ever felt like too much and not enough, all at once.
We may never fully arrive—but we’re still becoming.