Field notes from Irvine, CA
A writer. A question asker. Still becoming.

Growing up.
Looking closer.
Writing it down.

Life, girls, brains, and the world in between. Essays and observations from someone still figuring it out.

Read my latest piece
Frances with pink hair in a white shirt, resting her hand casually on a sunlit table
A little curiosity goes a long way.01 / FRANCES
Growing pains✳Shared humanity✳Everyday wonder✳Unfinished thoughts

The latest words

Selected writing / 01
Close to home / Beacon Park

Where I find
my words.

Beacon Park is one of the places I find inspiration to write—a space to slow down, notice the everyday, and let an idea take shape.

Conversations at Beacon Park

An interview series in the making. A place for questions, listening, and getting to know the people around us.

In development
Beacon Park’s outdoor chairs, mature tree, and modern pavilion in afternoon light
Beacon Park, Irvine · A familiar place, a fresh perspective.

From the notebook

Ideas taking shape
A quiet coastal path overlooking the blue Pacific Ocean
Places & perspective

Learning to look again

A future field note on familiar places, new beginnings, and paying attention.

Coming soon
A sage green notebook on a wooden table in dappled window light
The writing life

Room for unfinished thoughts

A space for the questions and fragments that haven’t quite become essays yet.

Coming soon
Frances smiling and sitting cross-legged with a cushion on a plush ivory sofa in a sunlit California room
Behind the words

Hi, I’m Frances.

I write about life and girls and brains. About growing up, finding a place, and asking questions that don’t come with tidy answers.

I’m interested in the moments that make us feel a little more understood—and the words we leave for someone else to find.

The archive

One story at a time
Personal essayThe Tree That Stayed With Me
Frances in a bright, quiet room

Still curious.
Still becoming.