There's snow where I am as I write this, enough that the ground is still covered, enough that I have spent most of the last five days...

I've been thinking often lately about this time last year, all the ways in which I was merely surviving. I've slowed down and turned...

Before we go quiet as we take a break for the holidays, we have a couple announcements to make about The Champagne Room in the coming year..

We're back! Y'all--what a long, HOT, vulnerable, bustling, transformative summer it was. And what a glorious fall we've slipped into...

We are thrilled to announce that ISSUE 03 of The Champagne Room is now available for purchase! Above is...

Writing this newsletter is the first time I've sat at my desk to write anything since December. This week marks the first week...

I wrote this time last year about the liminality between the end of one year and the beginning of the next. This time last year I was...

I smashed my thumb in the car door the night before Thanksgiving. The emotional intensity of the event was unexpected—I have spent...

This autumn has been busy, y’all—it’s November already, what else is there to say? We all feel it...

This month I’ve had stuck in my head the word shipwrecked. I don’t know what this association means. I walk my dog at night...

Awhile ago I became obsessed with neutron stars because I read a sentence in which one was compared to a mountain, as in if a neutron star..

I have been thinking a lot lately about recovery. I have been digging at the roots of the word recovery itself, a word that implies...

I had wanted this month to write about balance. The pure joy and ease I felt swimming in the ocean, floating on my back and being one...

I want to spend the summer near water. I want to spend every day in my bathing suit, wrapped up in a beach towel, hair left wild to dry....

When the first issue of The Champagne Room was published, in June of 2019, we threw a party. Two parties, in fact, in the form of readings..

It’s Aries season. My sun sign: the ram, the wildfire, the confident and quick-to-anger, the seemingly bad-ass who does not want the world..

Where I live it is already spring. I grew up in the Midwest, where winter is winter and spring is a relief from months of cold and dark...

I have maintained some form of written correspondence since I had my first pen pal over twenty years ago. In those years I have made and...

The transition from December to January always feels fraught. Language shifts to that of getting through, of waiting until; it is the...

Writing is so often an act of returning: to places, people, moments, ideas, selves. Because we cannot live any day over, because we...