Being asked big questions about faith and race and politics make my STOMACH DROP. Because I feel so incompetent! I feel so ignorant. I feel out of the loop and small. Without a voice. Without a foot to stomp or a shout to shout.
I don’t mean we all need to shout. There’s power in whispers. I mean I live in these issues in my bubble. Not even trying. Out of fear.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.