My kitchen has become my solace—my entry point for conscious living. For years, I struggled to settle into the Manhattan kitchens I’ve inhabited—crowded with medical equipment and supplements. I felt lost amongst foods I didn’t know how to cook, unworthy of my creative gifts, and unable to trust myself. Now, the kitchen sits at the center of who I am.
Here’s a glimpse inside the sunny spot where I create my meals—from what’s in my fridge and pantry to the elements I’ve used to create a cozy healing respite from the fast pace of New York City.