Too Much


This is for the ones whose spirits who are too much for the containers that hold them.

For the ones who shatter glass with their laughs and erupt to stay breathing.

The ones who once couldn’t remember what their own voices felt like vibrating through their chests.

This one is for you.

For the ones who stir LOVE in their coffee in the morning and fill their bellies with light.

The same ones who spent so many nights in rock bottom to learn how to shine.

For the ones who have ever heard:

“You talk too much.”

“You cry too much.”

“Your laugh is too loud.”

Listen to me when I say that the world needs your shock waves.

The world needs your wild, ample heart.

We were carved from the same star and this is for you.

Listen to me when I say that the world needs you.

“The world does not benefit from your silence”– Sierra DeMulder

So please, erupt. 


Love you fiercely…

My Battle Cry


My mom has held political office since I was 10 years old. I grew up in a house where my voice always mattered. In fact, my mom would always say “Speak UP, Allie! You have to speak up!” Let me tell you, I hated it when she said that.

Now that I am older, I realize that she was preparing me for war. She knew that I would need to use that voice to defend myself and others. I couldn’t be more thankful for her bravery and her leadership. She didn’t just do it for herself. She did it for her grandmother who came here without the right to VOTE. For myself, and her granddaughters that are only a twinkle in her eye. She does it for all of the fierce women before and after.

So that she will never question the validity of her opinion.

So that she will always take defeat with grace.

So that she can defend herself and those that can’t.

So that she will always have a voice that matters.

So that she will know the proper times to be silent.

So for my sisters and my daughters, in lieu of the President that our country has just elected, I will never stop being a warrior for you. I will never stop speaking up. I will never stop using my creative voice. I was raised by a trailblazer and warrior runs in my blood. I am ready to fight for you; for your rights, for your bodies, for your futures.

Until no man puts his hands on you without your permission.

Until no man decides FOR you.

We have work to do.