Some of us rage. Some of us weep. Some make ourselves small. Some go blank. Some wonder if we will ever recognize ourselves again.

There is nuance and ambivalence in Motherhood that is rarely given voice and I have spent years trying to find the words for it.

I’m a writer and conceptual artist working on Motherhood as institution: the invisible systems, the fragmented time, the cost of vigilance, the self that gets reshaped by care. The essays, poetry, and art are all the same question in different forms.

I hold certifications in Motherhood Studies, Matrescence facilitation, and Social Emotional Arts (UCLA). I’ve led writing circles for mothers for several years, including a pilot program for mothers presented at a city-level arts event to the city of Los Angeles.

Essays on care, Motherhood, and what we’re forced to hold.