Together, we could make something truly extraordinary.

I want to dream with you. To make treehouses and tea parties, Gatsby-style summer cocktail soirées and writers salons, gardens, paintings, and amazing meals. A life where things get made and gathered and celebrated.

I'm looking for friends and lovers who come with their hands full. Who communicate openly and honestly. Who have done enough work on themselves that the ghosts they carry are a gentle breeze, not a rabble.

I want community that isn't just convenient — that if we vibe, is committed. That works for each other's liberation. That gets excited about each other's projects. That reaches out just to say: I'm thinking of you.

But let me be honest about what this is not. If you reach out to me, you're committing to giving as much as you're getting. I'm not a rescue and you don't need one — you already have a life, a vocation, a passion. Possibly many. You can be flexible but you stand by your word. You take care of your own stuff, while knowing we all heal together. You're not afraid to take up space, and just as willing to be vulnerable when trust has been earned.

I am a person with a strong heart who is unafraid to wear it on their sleeve and who also has very good boundaries. I'm a parent to two gender-diverse, neurodivergent kids, and a partner and caregiver to someone with a disability. My life is full and rich and sometimes hard. I have the capacity to work in tandem with someone, but I have been burned by people who wanted to consume all my resources without ever filling my cup in return.

If you are unafraid to give, if you are courageous enough to dream, to share yourself — I want to meet you.