Real fear is not something you simply conquer, defeat, or leave behind. I don’t think it works that way. Real fear makes your body shake. It makes each breath more shallow – at a time when you need air the most. True fear is an incredibly uncomfortable weight to carry. Maybe the worst part, is…

The last time I spoke to him, I asked him to send me pennies from heaven – and he does.They always arrive in the places and moments I need them most. When I’m feeling lost. When there’s no one else who could possibly have the answer but him. Some land in my sister’s path on…

There comes a moment when the thread between youis too thin to hold,yet too sacred to cut.That’s when letting go becomes its own form of staying.I will carry that beautiful night with my dad forever.It walks beside me,quiet, but always there.

Some people pass through your life.And some stay, even when they’re not around. She’s one of those. We don’t talk every day. Sometimes months pass. But she’s still there, woven in. When we talk, I can be myself – the raw parts, the heavy parts. We cheer each other on in different ways. She moves…

Sixty Sixty Is a Lot! He turns 60 today.Sixty’s a lot. A lot of years.A lot of stories.A lot of favorite songs, inside jokes, memories, dreams.A lot of showing up for other people.A lot of loving me – even on the bad days. He treats birthdays like magic.Plans them like a kid – creates lists,…

I watch their thrill with quiet curiosity.Always reaching for the next adventure,the next big plan, the next reason to run. Do they never want more nightswith pizza in bed,letting the day just end? Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with mefor not chasing more horizons.Other times I wonder what’s wrong with themthat they need so much…

Missing him already. Proud of him. Love is holding on. Love is letting go. His world just got bigger. I got exactly what I asked for after all these years. Letting go isn’t the opposite of love. It’s proof of it. Feels like the house already knows he’s gone. He never said much, so maybe…

She made space for herself –on purpose. Every color, every curve,she created intentionally. She decorates it for herself.Soft things, low light, candles. Her corner is always quiet,and it always speaks to her – draws her in.She made it that way. No judgment.When she returns, She’s always better. Always stronger. I believe in naps. I believe…

It’s not like I never feel lonely.I really like being alone, but then catch myself craving company – but only the kind that feels “right”. I hear people talk about all their plans.Vacations, weekends, dinners, drinks. I used to have more plans too.But the truth is, I don’t really like plans.I hate appointments, and plans can…

A word this small shouldn’t feel so big.It shouldn’t carry this much weight, but it does.It often sticks around long after you allow yourself to say it out loud.We fear it, wish we were never confronted with it. It feels like rejection –like letting someone down.Like choosing yourself and fearing what that makes you.We try…

Have you ever found someone you don’t have to perform for?Where silence isn’t weird, and your mess is welcome?I wrote this for that kind of connection.

I’m always short on basics.I buy pieces that are a little different – Just things that feel like me. I like the whole capsule concept – It always looks so calm, organized – so adult.I admire it when I see someone do it so well.Makes me wonder if I should try it It’s just not…

From the beginning, we’ve decorated ourselves with jewelry. Whether a bold cuff, a delicate chain, or barely noticeable little studs – jewelry has power. It can finish a look, brighten up a face, and more than anything, it shares a piece of who you are, or who you want to be. It’s artistic, symbolic, emotional.…

Travel is a gift, we can never forget that. Whether it’s a quick weekend away or a flight across the world, every new place teaches us something not only about the place we’re visiting, but about us . It’s not just the views or the food, it’s how a city feels when you’re walking around…

I started this blog a few weeks ago – out of the blue in the middle of the night. I’m a worrier and an over-thinker, so I decided to put it down somewhere, and this is where it landed. I want you to know, that I know, that I have too many thoughts and ideas,…

There’s nothing like a true gut laugh. They come suddenly, uncontrollably – there’s something sacred about them. They hit without warning, usually in the quietest rooms, and they level you completely. In that moment, all walls drop. You’re not thinking, you’re not performing, you’re just there simply cracking open with someone who “gets it”. A shared…

You know those stretches – days, weeks, sometimes a few good months – when your hair just works. Your skin has some weird glow to it, your face looks softer – maybe even a little younger. No, it’s not Botox, it’s just you in a good “phase”. Do we all have this? We try to…

The shape of their wanting:some versionsthey love instantlythe soft onesthe easy onesthe parts that don’t ask too much but I believe in the rest too –the sharpthe sadthe parts that take timeto understand it doesn’t matterhow they see menot reallynot untilI likewhat I see