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.
Oh, just a quick list about my favorite things about being quarantined during our first pandemic.
You have felt overwhelmed, burdened and kind of out of control. Finally, you broke and cried for so many reasons, and that’s ok. Me too.
Ok, friends. The husband made some fantastic cauliflower fried rice. It’s my civic duty to share since it was delicious. He didn’t write down his exact recipe (shocker) — but here’s the gist of it. Let me know if you…