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I have forgotten something, that’s the feeling I have had of late. I forget what day it is or what I ate yesterday or where I am headed.
I created this image above when I first began my trauma recovery four years ago and I still relate to her today.
In this space where ray meets petal, what is pure is illuminated for us to regard.
It is difficult to define this quote by one of my favorite artists, Louise Bourgeois, because she is speaking to more of a feeling that you have to live in order to know.
When we lived in Puerto Rico we occupied a small one bedroom, one bathroom apartment on the beach that my fiancé bought in his twenties.
I have sat in the company of a man who shot his wife.
As a woman who was raised by an eccentric single mother entrepreneur—my career aspirations were high after college.
I spent my life running away from the terrible pain of my childhood. 4 years ago, I hit rock bottom. I fell into a deep depression and contemplated suicide.
The first friend I ever had was the son of our landscapers, his name was David.
Flowers grow into the inner walls of our skin when the wounding scrapes of old memories are painted over with new perspectives.