i never understand how i feel or what i believe until i read my writing back. words have always existed inside my bones, desperate to be pulled out and forced onto paper. despite this compulsion, it was not until i was deep into my-roaring-twenties project when i became hyper aware of my need to feed this craving. i am a lot of things; passionate, anxious, driven, and irreverent. but above all else, i am a writer.
cowbell articles celebrate the mind, body, and soul. i also obsess over everything from chia seeds to lipstick.