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Rambling on about time, tenderness, and learning when to step back and breathe… Life is changing. People are changing. I am changing. Some days everything seems to move in slow motion… others zoom by. I look up and another day is gone. Another week. Another month. Three-fourths of the year has slipped clean off the…
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Self-care. Even the words used to make me feel a little guilty… as if taking time for myself meant I had somehow misplaced my cape while the rest of the world waited to be rescued. So many of us are wired as women, mothers, and caretakers to notice everyone else’s needs before our own. We…
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Home. Four letters, one small word, and enough meaning to fill every room we have ever loved. We say home is where the heart is, but I think it reaches deeper than that. Home settles into the soul. It is where we hope to feel safe, seen, and able to exhale without explaining ourselves. I…
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Rambling on about life and boundaries… Standing my ground. Life is a journey—although, if we are honest, it often feels less like a scenic train ride and more like assembling furniture without the instructions. We learn as we go, grow as we stumble, and hope the wisdom we collect will make the next stretch a…
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A little hindsight, a little humor, and a handful of truths worth carrying… If I could sit across from someone young and just starting out in life, I would not pretend to have all the answers. First of all, no one believes that person anyway. Second, life has a way of humbling even the most…
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A dreamy, sincere little argument with time travel, memory, and the ache of growing older… If someone handed me a calendar and said, “Pick one year. You may have it back,” I would like to tell you I’d answer quickly. I would like to be the kind of person who knows exactly which door in…
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Rambling on about life, love, turmoil, aging, faith, and the quiet courage of simply continuing….. What is the bravest thing I have ever done with no one watching? At first, that sounds like the kind of question that should come with a grand answer. Something dramatic. Something cinematic. A moment with music swelling in the…
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I have always been a walker and a looker. Some people walk for exercise, some walk to clear their heads, and some walk because the dog has made it abundantly clear that the house is no longer acceptable. I walk for all those reasons, I suppose, but mostly I walk because the world keeps leaving…
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A walk down memory lane, thinking about the kindness of others… Kindness is one of those little things that sounds simple until you really start thinking about it. It is free, portable, and surprisingly powerful. It can begin as a tiny act—holding a door, offering a hand, checking in after a storm—and somehow keep rolling…
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A dreamy little rambling on about what I wanted to be before bills, benefits, and sensible shoes entered the conversation of life… When I was young, I did not dream in salaries. I did not sit around imagining direct deposit, retirement plans, or whether a job came with dental. Childhood dreams have the luxury of…
