I love you the very most.
I absolutely really do.
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My name is Jennifer, though most people call me nakedjen.
The name isn’t about shock.
It’s about truth — living unarmored, heart-forward, a little messy, very alive, and always willing to meet the world as I am.
A long time ago, I traveled with the Grateful Dead (until Jerry left the stage and the lights shifted). I learned how to love from strangers in parking lots, from the kindness of people who had little, and from the certainty that music and community change us.
I’ve spent my life showing up for people.
In kitchens.
In deserts.
In waiting rooms.
In tents at dawn.
On mountain trails.
At Sundance.
Around burn barrels.
In the quiet hours when someone needs a hand to hold.
This is my work.
This is my devotion.
The Dogs Who Have Raised Me
I have been companioned by great dogs.
Buddha — the teacher of patience and breath.
Stella — who showed me how grief can live alongside joy.
Clyde — my current soul-dog, trail guide, heartbeat, shadow, comedian, and priest of the sacred ordinary.
There will always be more dogs.
I consider that a blessing.
The Love Story
I live with The Professor, who knows how to trust intuition, drive all night when the faeries say turn around, and make tea while the world is still quiet.
We chase solstices.
We take the long way home.
We believe in wonder.
What I Do
I am a community-tender, doula, writer, traveler, and gentle witch.
Not the broomstick kind —
the soup-on-the-stove, candles-at-dusk, leave-water-out-for-the-ancestors kind.
The kind who packs a sandwich, two apples, and a thermos because someone will need them.
The kind who knows how to call a circle of people into belonging.
I wander.
Sometimes far.
Sometimes just down the block.
I can order my very specific coffee in any country, any language, any tiny corner café.
Clyde always gets to share.
Wherever I go, I leave a little brightness behind.
Not loud.
Just unmistakable.
Why I’m Here
To write.
To witness.
To remind us that we are not alone.
To tell the truth with tenderness.
To hold the door open for whoever comes next.
This blog is a hearth.
A porch light.
A place to set your bag down and breathe.
Stay as long as you need.
We walk from here.
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NAKEDJEN 