The 2021 Golden Globes happened… I wrote about it.
She BURST out of her room BEYOND thrilled on the morning of January 24th. For some reason, and she couldn’t explain it, she just felt… different. I think it was the double digits. Vivienne Kate, the human who made our…
I was wondering today if it would ever be possible for the calendar to announce my Mom’s birthday, January 25th — Christmas in January — without the bottom dropping out. Without my heart aching.
The O Holy Night lyrics get me every year. I cry. Usually, it’s these words that resonate…
What started as a simple 3-week fast morphed into just the breath of fresh air that I needed. Here’s why I took a break from Instagram.
As it turns out, grief is a normal part of life. It’s our job to sit with it. Today marks 7 years since my Mom was last alive. I wrote about it.
It’s just so easy to celebrate this guy. Happy Birthday, Craig!
…and just like that my baby turned a decade plus one.
To bear witness. To hold space. To not avert our eyes. To speak up. To examine ourselves. To act.
It’s time, friends. It’s time.
Mother’s Day is complicated. Balancing grief and loss, along with celebrating… sometimes it’s a lot. So, I wrote about it.
I want to be a whisper-hearer.
I want to keenly hear the sometimes inaudible hints that light our paths, that shape our lives.
Sometimes you just need to take it back to 1993 and eat a cheddar biscuit in honor that restaurant.