There is a little avocado tree in my yard. it survived storms. it is still growing. And it has something to say to every woman starting over in midlife who wonders if she is too late to bloom.
She Called Just To Say She Was Thinking Of Me
There are phone calls that change the direction of your day. Not ones with news or urgency. Just a voice saying — I was thinking about you. This is a love letter to the friends who show up, who call, who see us fully. The ones who remind us we are never alone.
The Little Souls Who Heal Us
There are some little souls who do not need words to change the atmosphere of a room. Pixie does that for me. She can be curled under my desk while I write, stretched beside me while I think, or looking up at me with those little eyes that seem to know more than I ever…
When They Leave the Nest: A Love Letter to the Mom Who’s Letting Go
There is a particular kind of quiet that settles into a home when a child leaves.
Not the quiet of a peaceful morning with your coffee. Not the stillness of a Sunday afternoon. It is a different kind of quiet altogether — one that carries weight, one you can almost touch.
A Love Letter to the Women Who Serve, Protect, Heal, and Rescue
There are some women who walk into places most of us hope we never have to enter. They walk into war zones. They walk into emergency rooms. They walk into burning buildings. They walk into accidents, crime scenes, operating rooms, patrol cars, military bases, helicopters, ambulances, and long nights where someone’s life may depend on…