A shifting of seasons.
I have an unusual stretch of absolutely nothing days on my calendar, right alongside a long holiday weekend. It also happens to be one of our due dates, they'd be thirteen. It is a shifting of seasons, literally, and in every
parenthood shows up in many ways
This morning I left later than planned for my volunteer shift at Wild Bird Rehabilitation and had perfect timing to pass the bus stop in my neighborhood. Parents were sending off their kids for the first day of school. The
Change often includes grief.
Has there been any conversation around grief and forgiveness? It’s only Wednesday, and I’ve already asked this question three times in three different rooms with three different organizations. Because the truth is, change often includes grief. Sometimes it’s the loss of a person.More
I think you might be a mother.
Mother’s Day comes quiet and loud for someone like me.Holding both ache and awe,grief and gladness braided like a wildflower vine. I am a mother.To three forever wonders—never here,yet always, always here.In breath, in heartbeat, in dream and prayer.In the way
Always worth it. Always.
Introvert. Low bandwidth—often thanks to pain. And still, not once have I regretted making time for my people. The ones who love me well, who let me love them right back, and who let me show up exactly as I am. Tears. Laughter.
You are not alone.
Being an entrepreneur means showing up—even on the days you really, really, really don’t want to. Some days, you just don’t want to people.Some days, what’s on your calendar feels heavier than you can carry.And still… you show up. There’s this tension
It’s the only way to live.
After I thanked her for showing up and loving me, her text read:“Showing up and loving each other—this is what we do.Because it’s what you have taught me.It’s the only way to live.” When your people have done the courage work
Living The And
Thirteen years ago today, we rescued Gertie and Gracie. Two tiny, ridiculous littermates who walked into our lives just as we were grieving what would never be. Today is their Gotcha Day. Their last one together.Our last day as a family of
This Resurrection Sunday
No full family photo for us this Resurrection Sunday. We’ve been hunkered down, soaking up the last sacred days with our sweet Gracie, and I’ve been moving through a pretty intense pain flare. I did catch this photo of our three today—and
