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…
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,…
How to Heal the Younger Part of Yourself and Step Into the Woman You Are Becoming
There comes a moment in a woman’s life when she realizes healing is not about abandoning the frightened parts of herself. It is about turning around, reaching for them, and saying, “Come with me. I know the way now.”
Crisis Strength vs. Chosen Strength — Which One Are You Building From?
Sometimes we act as if we are waiting for proof that we are strong. But if we look back at our own lives, the evidence has been there all along.