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I love to make people feel special. Doing it for my dad was extra fun.

My dad's birthday is on Christmas Eve.

I’ve never felt more isolated, and I’ve never been more sure I’m being prepared for something larger.

This wasn’t grief. It was recognition.

Thoughts on this Christmas.

Discernment stepped in and ended something quickly, while simultaneously sparking a constellation of new connections.

We don’t just fall in love with people — we attach to how it feels to be with them . To their energy and presence. To the way our body settles—or tightens—around them. To how we feel when they enter a room, when they touch us, when they pull away. To the tone of their voice, the rhythm of their attention, the way connection comes and goes. We attach to experiences, yes — but also to the felt sense of being seen or overlooked, held or suspended, safe or braced. Over time, tho

An important announcement regarding my website.

Being me used to feel effortless. Then it didn’t.

He’s kind, expressive, and open—and I’m paying attention to what that brings up in me.

I didn’t know this was a non-negotiable until I lost it.

A funny thing happened while decorating the Christmas tree.

I’ve been living my life — this just marks the moment I stopped holding anything back

When I think about this time last year, I’m grateful to not be there anymore

Something is different about how I’m thinking about next year.

Sickness strips life down to its essentials—and in doing so, it redefines what success really means.

There are days when being a parent feels ordinary—and then there are days like today.

It was never about the number of likes, the fans, or any idea of celebrity. For me, it was always about connecting.

Apparently, bangs are a midlife crisis. But are they really??

I didn’t step in because I was fearless. I stepped in because the moment was familiar.