This is a space for reflection, romanticizing the small things, and finding your footing when your brain moves faster than your life can keep up. Written from the north coast with love (and a lot of half-finished thoughts).
I’ve always had a lot going on in my head—and nowhere to put it.
I’m in that weird in-between. Not yet 30, past my college years, learning what adulting actually looks like when no one’s watching. I live in the Dominican Republic with my boyfriend and stepson, figuring out long-term love, stepmom life, and what it means to create something that’s truly mine.
I’ve worked across nonprofit, corporate, education, fashion—you name it. Every role has taught me something, but I’ve always come back to the same feeling: I need a creative outlet. A space to think out loud, share what I’m going through, and connect with people who get it.
That’s what MK MUSE is.
It’s where I reflect, write, and talk through the stuff I’m learning (and unlearning). Some of it’s personal, some of it’s practical, and some of it is just things I like. It’s honest, a little messy, and fully mine.
If you’re into real-life reflections, deep feelings, and the occasional random obsession—you’re in the right place.
When I was a senior in high school, I had a playlist of Hawaiian music on repeat—songs about the ocean and island life that transported me from the rain and stress of everything I was dealing with. I’d never been to Hawaii, but I dreamed about it constantly. Years later, I fought my way into…
You know that feeling when everything seems “fine” on the outside, but something inside just feels… off? That’s where I’ve been lately. And I want to talk about it—not just because I needed to write it out, but because I know I’m not the only one who gets caught in a funk for no clear…
I remember being in fourth grade, we just moved from Boise to Portland. My sister Ava had just started volleyball, and I didn’t want to join her. I wasn’t interested in the sport—or any sport, really. But I remember my mom telling me that I had to do something extracurricular. At the time, it felt…
The very first swimsuit I remember, I was maybe five or six. It was a white one-piece with blue and red fish all over it. I loved it because it was loose enough to fit an air bubble in my belly, which I thought was so fun. As I got older, my days in swimsuits…
This question has lived rent-free in the back of my mind for years. It lingers—quiet, restless—surfacing at unexpected moments. And then, last week, someone called me a gentrifier on social media. It hit differently. Not because I needed defending. Not because I felt attacked. But because… I genuinely wanted to sit with it. Have I…
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