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Before the landslide—this was my world leading up to Thanksgiving.

I didn’t realize how much of my own heartbeat lived in the rhythm of my kids being home.

Leadership teaches us to start with “why.” But what about the whys we whisper in the aftermath of someone’s choices?

Trusting myself doesn’t magically solve everything, but it consistently points me in the right direction.

Today my brain was like: “No crisis? Okay then… where’s the dopamine?

Today was a good day—not only because I didn't get fired by my community.

A bittersweet memory hit me tonight. It was a good hike.

The need to be seen for who we are, not just what we do and the masks we wear, is real.

Twice in one week I was told what I should be. I disagree.

A reflection on the eve of the recall vote.

Something new is opening in me, and my heart is already flowing.

What do I want more of in life? Where do I want to find community?

Life is not black or white. And it sure as hell isn’t gray.

Sometimes the dark creeps in and it takes intention to make the shift.

Everything we build inside becomes the steps we stand on.

I didn't expect to be hit so hard in the middle of absurdity.

From Flowers in the Attic to Space Alien romance, my bookshelf tells the story of my life. What does yours say about you?

A meditation on presence, breath, and the beauty of the day.

We all have an attic—where the things we’d rather forget still whisper to be seen.