Brooke Baldwin

1 week ago | unravelingwithbrooke.substack.com | Brooke Baldwin

Dearest Unravelers and Unravelers-to-be — Hello beautiful humans, how are we this week? I have been feeling all the things this last stretch of days. So much is happening both out in the world and in our homes, our families. Do you feel it? I feel it too. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

3 weeks ago | unravelingwithbrooke.substack.com | Brooke Baldwin

Dearest Unravelers and Unravelers-to-Be — Happy graduation season for all of you, your kids, yourselves. It’s a big day here in Los Angeles as we officially have a high school graduate in our house. As I wrote in her card early this morning, “How lucky am I to get to sneak in on this journey that is yours entirely — to watch you, to maybe teach you on occasion and certainly to support you to be anything and everything you want.” My heart is soaring for this young woman and for all of your kids.

1 month ago | unravelingwithbrooke.substack.com | Brooke Baldwin

Dearest Unravelers and Unravelers-to-Be ā€“Ā Hello beautiful humans. How are you today? Iā€™m sitting here on my old NYC sofa (in LA) wrapped in blankets and just feeling THE coziest. Woke up at 5:30am ā€” gotta say, I love an early morning. Who else is an early riser? I used to be such a night owl (remember being in college when we wouldnā€™t even start going out until midnight?!).

1 month ago | unravelingwithbrooke.substack.com | Brooke Baldwin

Dearest Unravelers and Unravelers-to-be ā€“Ā Greetings from one of my favorite places ā€” 35k feet in the air, spending time with my OG boyfriend, Delta Airlines, sitting next to my actual boyfriend, Peter. (They get along great, by the way; I had to convert the human BF but heā€™s in now.) Weā€™re on our way home. Blue sky and Bob Ross-worthy white fluffy clouds just out the window. Iā€™ll get to my thank youā€™s from last weekā€™s writing on butterflies and goo in just a moment.

1 month ago | unravelingwithbrooke.substack.com | Brooke Baldwin

Dearest Unravelers and Unravelers-to-be – This was the scene this week from my front yard fire pit with my bestie over our favorite Chinese chicken salad takeout and mocktails:: “Have you ever heard of imaginal cells?” Me: “You mean… the goo?!”Natalie: “YES! The goo! Go to the goo!”Me: “A lady in Sedona once told me I am the goo.”Natalie: “You are the goo. From the outside it feels like interminable waiting and limbo and grief.