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…