I am sad. I feel sad. I am overwhelmed. I feel overwhelmed. I am angry. I feel angry. I am joyful. I feel joy. Notice the difference? It's not just semantics. It's a profound shift—a choice to feel our emotions rather than become them. When we say "I am

Been reminding myself of some of my own teaches a lot lately. Things like: Your perception of my story does not change my truth. Our reactions are more about us than anything or anyone else. How we treat people is more a reflection

Not every space we walk into or must exist in will be safe and brave enough for us to bring our full, authentic selves. Not every space has earned the right to see all of who we are. This truth

I'm exhausted, and it's hard to get the overthinking and overwhelm to stop. My heart hurts, and my understanding muscle is waning and worn out. Fatigue has a way of making convictions sharper and shrinking our worlds. It can also

Showing up online feels heavier and hard this week. I’m navigating a lot of emotions—my own and others'—and choosing to lean into empathy, curiosity, and connection. If I’m honest, there’s a part of me that feels apprehensive in posting anything in

Whether your tears come from joy, gratitude, and praise or heartbreak, fear, and disappointment… everything you’re feeling is valid. And however you’re praying, or whoever you’re praying to, may we choose grace, curiosity, and love as we turn toward one

May we hold fast to curiosity, staying truly connected and brave enough to listen before we speak. May our words—whether spoken or typed—be slow to respond, gentle, and wrapped in kindness. May we keep our hearts and minds open, choosing love over