I increasingly find myself in conversations with business types who have come across my story (i.e. high-achiever who feels nothing — and deeply judges herself for it — so wants more and finds herself on a journey to follow her passion) and felt compelled to reach out — because they feel the same, and they thought they were the only one.

A woman’s place is in the kitchen. At least here we are guaranteed one small bite of relief.

/// Author & Artist’s note: The above artwork is from an original piece of the same name and is available to collect via KnownOrigin. The below is a lyrical essay from my upcoming book, “Love Letters to Melancholy (And Other Things I Found in the Desert).” The book is being self-published using funds from my NFT project, Desert Minis, a collection of diaristic painting and poetry pieces chronicling my life in the desert of Joshua Tree, California.