I walked off a cliff one month before my 19 birthday. It was a walk that meant to end my life. Hours before, I lost a human experience that signifies innocence without choice. Shattered and without hope, I prayed I would find peace with one foot in front of the other. Like all well-intended plans, my prayer was unanswered as I fell upon a bed of cactus. With every move, the thorns pierced my skin, a mockery to remind me I was still alive. As the tears began to fall, I lay still in pain and...

A boy walked into our studio wearing black and left choosing rainbow. This is the story of what color reveals when the body finally feels safe enough to speak.

A bachelorette group walked into Wicked Rae’s expecting a craft session and left with keepsakes, connection, and the kind of memories that anchor a wedding weekend. This is the story of how Lisa’s celebration began around a table full of paint, rhinestones, and women who love her.