Belly Laughs, Women Gathering & Being Seen

Just one year ago, I remember peering hungrily into my Instagram feed as a dozen beautiful women gathered. Now, of course, images only depict one, carefully curated part of the story, but these images ignited something deep in my gut.

This yearning, fire and grit, bubbled up – hot and unyielding – and took me by surprise, my nose pressed up against the metaphorical window hungry for the beauty within.

Connection. Beauty. Laughter – the real kind, head back and mouth open. Creativity. Intimacy. 

I was hungry for gathering with a circle of women, the feminine lift-up. I was hungry to be seen, to be included, to give permission to that part of myself that decided long ago that female friendships were unsafe and handled carefully.

I was longing to reconnect with the part of myself that I had sectioned away – the playful, carefree part that lent herself easily to giggling and tender, late night admissions.

Last year I promised myself – more connection, more women, more laughter. 


In September, I ran the Restore Retreat on Cape Cod, and, within a moment of those women arriving, I felt the spark of inspiration ignite. As I recapped the retreat, I felt myself that part of myself coming more alive, and I wanted more – more connection, more women, more truth-telling and belly laughing.

When I was a kid, I would throw the most epic birthday parties. 

Ice cream sundae bars. Light as a feather, stiff as a board. Delicious dinners. My Ouija board Late night shenanigans. Scary movies on repeat. Face masks and pedicures. Truth or Dare. Laughter – unencumbered.

This year, I gave myself permission to reconnect with that playful, slumber party memory, fusing it with the sacred ritual and feminine beauty of my adult life.

Divine feminine meets slumber party. 

And, in an instant, in collaboration with the powerful Sas Petherick, Project Slumber was born.

Because women – no matter what their age – deserve the space to repair themselves and the opportunity for belly laughs.

Because, on the whole, our lives are distinctly lacking in play.

Because female connections that lift you up heal your spirit and urge you forward.

Because there is simply no social media equivalent of a huge hug.

Because we want an opportunity to gather with you, in person, to revive your magic and repair your frayed nerves.

And, selfishly, because it’s going to be my birthday and I want to recreate that old school slumber party vibe with you.

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Expect :: hot tubs, fresh juice + delicious coffee, collaging, birthday cakes, travel altars, getting in touch with your wild side, an ice cream bar, ritual + ceremony, delicious food – cooked by our chef, soul-revving journaling prompts, late night giggling, and raw chocolate truffles.

Expect :: to release, restore, reinvigorate, and return home to yourself.

What do you need right now?


Figure out what you need + how to meet that need in a way that is deliciously DOABLE, sustainable, and kind. (I pinky promise.)

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