I used to question why I was alone. Now I’m learning to honor the space where I feel most real, most present, most myself.

I speak like I browse. Curious, layered, unfolding. We miss each other in conversation all the time. I just want you to stay with me.

Just because it’s quiet doesn’t mean it’s passive. And just because it’s unseen doesn’t mean it’s unimportant.

For me, though, I’ve always said, “I know no strangers.” Sometimes it feels as though there’s something waiting to be shared ...

Serenity, courage, and wisdom are deeply connected in ways I am still learning to understand. None of these come easily. They require intent

Some people might call what happened “catfishing,” but I like bamboozled better—because when you’re over 50, it’s just some shyster sh**.

We hold on to parts of our lives that are no longer alive, branches that have broken off, seasons that have passed.

I've been thinking a lot about 2025 and what I want it to feel like. Not just another year, but the year I finally get out of my head.

I've learned something along the way, our thoughts, words, and actions create our reality.

Kindness has been on my mind a lot lately. Not as a fleeting sentiment but as a cornerstone for how we live, connect and grow.

I didn't want to share my shame of being hopeful on social media. There is no filter for that level of letdown.