Welcome to the Salon
The Self I Put Down — And The One I Returned To
There are years in our lives when we stop hearing ourselves. Life builds around us in layers — partnership, motherhood, survival, responsibility — until the voice inside is barely a whisper beneath it all.
When Solitude Became Medicine
My "year of solitude" wasn't actually solitude. I've been isolated, but I wasn't alone — not in the sense that matters. True solitude isn't "I didn't see my friends for a year." It's "no one needed anything from me for five straight days."