1998. I am 15. I am in the back of a dusty blue minivan hurtling along the craggy and barren west coast of the Hawaiian island of Maui, and I am weeping. I am weeping at the first lush and… read more
Things I believe in: The ocean. Beyoncé. Chlorophyll. Saying I love you. Writing. Peanut butter M&Ms. (Don’t judge me, please, thanks.) Holding hands. Slathering oil all over myself. Eating healthy fats. The ocean: Primordial. Life-giving. Deadly. Growing up on… read more
Close your eyes. Do you remember when things felt like magic? Go back. Before Trump. Before this impenetrable knot under your left shoulder blade because you spend too many nights editing photos and writing until midnight. Before heartbreak and… read more
I don’t often take too deep of a dive into the nitty gritty of how I eat, and because I eat very similarly to what I share on the blog, people usually assume I’m vegetarian—which I’m not. Though I eat… read more
There were forty one weeks and seventeen hours and countless contractions. There was blood and the thu-thud thu-thud of the heartbeat monitor and a crystalline frenzy of superhuman strength and then there was a perfect newborn human. A human so… read more
We wound our way through tiny, cobblestoned streets that smelled like smoke and coffee and the acrid scent of city in summer. We were looking for falafel. We were in Paris. I was thirteen. I can’t say for sure, but… read more
When I’m sick, really sick, can’t get out of bed sick, there are a few key healing foods I crave: Pho, and ginger tea, and coconut water, and elderberry elixir. My favorite elderberry elixir is a blend of syrup from… read more
My sweet friends. Since we’re still basking in the afterglow of The Modern Girl’s Guide to Being an All Natural Bad-Ass (I loved reading all your questions and comments! giving me life—keep ‘em coming!), I wanted to share with you a very… read more
This post is sponsored by Naked Juice. Thanks for supporting the businesses that keep Kale & Caramel thriving! All opinions are my own. We sat and talked about all the things that come from the sea. We sighed about climate… read more
Adulthood has come to me in fits and starts from the tender age of 3. That’s when I first remember wishing I were older, wishing I could sit with the grown ups, talk like them, know what they knew. Settle.… read more
I live in a small one bedroom apartment full of light and wood and a spacious living area and a dining room (like a real adult!) and a very tiny kitchen. Let me repeat: A very tiny kitchen. I am… read more
The chill comes and goes. The rain sweeps in and across and out of the city, kissing the streets. This is El Niño: A continual unknowing, a cold, wet swath of weather that is, above all, relieving. I spend the… read more