This week I have my first-ever guest episode and it had to be with my best friend Pietro — because if I’m going to spiral publicly, I’m doing it with someone who’s fluent in chaos. We catch up after a year apart, talk about leaving Florence and moving back to a small town, and drag every tourist who thinks Italy owes them something.

You’ll hear about my rollercoaster of a trip from Canada to Italy, including a plane fight over a reclined seat and a full-blown screaming match with a woman who tried to steal my spot in the van to the rental counter. (You can’t make this shit up.)

We talk about possessiveness in relationships, why liking a pic doesn’t mean you’re loyal, and how if he wanted to, he would — especially in long distance. Also: the return of silky smooth legs, and the very real question… is Labubu the new Birkin?

It’s chaotic, a little delulu, and exactly the kind of catch-up call we all need.

There’s something liberating about hitting unfollow — not just on people, but on versions of yourself that no longer serve you.
This week, we’re talking about the soft violence of reinvention, the quiet rage of being misunderstood, and the unapologetic power of saying, this isn’t for you anymore.

The soft rebrand is over — demolition has begun.
Why unfollowing feels like betrayal (but isn’t), why you owe no one an explanation, and why becoming the next version of yourself means accepting who doesn’t come with you.

No warning. No announcement. Just new management.

In this episode, we talk about the case that’s gripped Montreal this week — a missing child, a discovery that’s hard to stomach, and the uncomfortable truth about what happens when people have kids for all the wrong reasons.

From parental pressure to societal timelines, we unpack why not everyone who can have kids should. And somewhere in the middle… something happens. It’s horrifying. It’s embarrassing. It’s very Barely Edited.

It’s complicated. And yes, I said what I said — kind of. But no, we’re not cutting it.

In this episode, I’m wondering out loud: were women ever actually getting nicer, or was I just getting fatter? I thought we were done seeing each other as threats — turns out, invisibility can look a lot like sisterhood when no one sees you as competition.

We’re talking pretty privilege, and why I’ll never be the girl with a zucchero papi, and why I’ll always choose to fund my own lifestyle — even if it means sitting solo in the Amex Lounge.

It’s complicated — and maybe you really can’t have it all.

In this episode, we get into what happens when you’re forced to make an adult decision before you even know how to be one.
This one’s for anyone who had to figure it out young, while the world judged from the sidelines. We’re talking shame, silence, and the way society loves to weigh in on bodies it doesn’t belong to. Somewhere between healthcare and heartbreak, this episode unpacks a choice that wasn’t easy — but was always mine.
It’s complicated. And no, we’re not keeping it.

I used to think chaos meant love. That calm was a trap. That being bored in a relationship meant it was the wrong one. But really, I was just addicted to dysfunction—and I was the one bringing it into every corner of my life. My friendships, my work, my relationship, even the way I talk to myself.

In this episode, I’m owning the fact that I’ve been the toxic one. The walking red flag. The drama. The disaster. But also? I’m learning. I don’t want to pass this down to my kids one day. I don’t want to teach them that love has to hurt to be real.

Peace used to feel suspicious. Now I’m craving it. Maybe that just means I’m growing up… or maybe I’m just finally done bleeding for the plot

One minute you’re in love. The next, you’re wondering why your boyfriend pulled up in your uncle’s car. What follows isn’t just betrayal, inheritance, or family drama — it’s a full-blown murder mystery. Honestly, it sounds like a movie. Rom-com with no resolution, a few casualties, and a very expensive lesson in ignoring your gut. Sometimes when one door slams in your face, it’s just the universe dragging you somewhere better. And hey — at least my nails look great now.

In this episode I connect some very gay dots I’ve been dodging since elementary school. I talk about something I’ve always known but never really said out loud. We get into tomboy phases, girlhood weirdness, and the slow, quiet realization that maybe I wasn’t as straight as I thought. It’s not a revelation. It’s not a label. Just a long-overdue out-loud moment about identity, attraction, and figuring things out while still being fully in love with my boyfriend. It’s a little gay, a little chaotic, and very on brand. Barely straight. Barely edited. Obviously.

This week, I’m talking about the soft breakdown that comes after you’ve been strong for too long.

I open up about the upcoming anniversary of my ex Shane’s passing, how his joy for life still echoes in mine, and how grief — even years later — can hit you when you least expect it. Especially when you’re finally starting to live again.

We also get into what happens when you go from saying yes to everything… to saying no to literally everything. The avoidant phase. The cold era. The “cut everyone off and call it healing” moment.

I’ve been in emotional witness protection, and maybe you have too.

But I’m trying to find the middle. To stay soft. To let people in — without letting them take.

This one’s for anyone who’s been hiding in their peace and finally wants to come home to themselves.

New episodes drop somewhere between Sunday night and Monday morning — because structure is for boring people.

This is Barely Edited — where nothing’s off-limits, and life’s messiest moments turn into stories worth sharing.

It starts with a laugh and ends with a soft identity crisis—so basically, a typical Sunday night.

In this episode, I’m crowning my listeners my little rough drafts (because we’re all messy masterpieces in progress) and talking about the not-so-aesthetic side of healing. Crying over dumb sh*t? Check. Blocking mid-text? Double check. Googling signs from the universe at 2AM? Obviously.

And just to be clear: romanticizing trauma? Not on my podcast.

New episodes drop somewhere between Sunday night and Monday morning—because structure is for boring people. This is Barely Edited—where nothing’s off-limits, and life’s messiest moments turn into stories worth sharing.