Welcome to the Magnolia Confessions.
The Magnolia Confessions is my truth-telling—naming lineage, memory, grief, and the quiet ways survival shapes us. Rooted in the South, it is work concerned with inheritance: what is passed down, what is endured, and what must finally be spoken. Confession here is not spectacle or release. It is clarity. It is making room.
After moving to Northern California, healing arrived for me in a very surprising form. Not through doctrine or rules, but through the meaning of color. Color became a language my nervous system trusted—a way of sensing safety, desire, a deep connection with myself, and aliveness after years of black-and-white living. Color is not a metaphor here. It is information. It restores what confession cannot alone. To put it plainly, color is my church.
In this space, I will share my confessions, thoughts, reflections, things I find beautiful, all things color, and maybe the occasional Southern recipe or my favorite mocktail. I’m here to mine the beauty from my life story and inspire others to do the same.
To me, color and confessions trace a single arc—from survival to revival, from inheritance to authorship, from endurance into full-spectrum presence.
This space is for those who know that honesty is only the beginning—and that revival often arrives quietly, through attention, beauty, and the courage to live vividly.
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At this time, The Magnolia Confessions is a free publication. When you subscribe, you will receive the Meaning of Color Cheat Sheet as a thank-you gift for being here, and so you can begin to understand yourself as a full-spectrum being.
It is my hope that each time you come to this little corner of the internet, you will feel as if you’re sitting with an old friend on her wraparound porch in the thick air of the Deep South, liberated from truth-telling, while sipping a glass of sweet tea and overlooking an ancient magnolia tree filled with giant, fragrant blooms.
This is my invitation for you to come sit with me. Let’s share our stories, the ones most likely whispered about after church, you know, the good ones, like the ones no one talks about at Sunday supper. Create a confessional with me where our secrets become everyday dinner table talk and proof that life can be sweet despite it all. And if things still look black-and-white, allow me to show you to the color soul revival 🌈✨.
