I woke up on New Years Eve with a decision on my heart. All the signs were there, a clean breakup was the only way to remedy the unhealthy relationship I had found myself in. With boldness and belief for a different trajectory, I dove head first into a new commitment.

I didn’t see him as he fought for his final breaths, but we shared the same beach and the sunset as strangers. My grief doesn’t make sense and guilt floods me. I think that I am not entitled to these emotions, regardless, I feel them anyways. I want to honor him and those who knew…Read more »

“I’m 29 years into my “roll” of life, and according to a bedazzled lady on a cruise, (I want to be you when I grow up), it only goes more quickly from here.”

Only two weeks into the New Year and I’m embracing 2018 with open arms. I’ve made some changes recently and it feels like I have “launched my life.” New friends, new home, new responsibilities and a new approach. I haven’t written in SO long, and I’m going to start there, or here rather, at home…Read more »

“A vision flashes through me. Plates. I see plates representing various aspects of my life on poles. Ceramic, porcelain, plastic, paper. Colorful and plain. Some broken, shattered, perfect, cracked, and whole. Some carefully spin with perfect balance and others teeter on the verge of their demise. This is my life these days, or so it seems. “

“In an attempt to humanize those around me I often times try to imagine what a strangers routine is before they walk through their door out into the world each day. I believe those moments are of the most private, intimate, and vulnerable. Us before we stage ourselves for the world to view.”

“As I think of the faces of those who have touched my life, I can hear our conversations. Little did I know, these conversations or specific comments I would carry with me. They leap from the pages of my past at the perfect moment and remind me of the strength that’s within me, even when I am reluctant to muster it.”

“I cannot even count on all of my fingers and toes how many times someone has told me to cling to my singleness and not wish it away. I agree, but what about the Monday’s of our singleness?”

“I think it’s time I stop putting my comfort first. It’s time I realize that if it’s only about me, it’s worthless. I am a vessel and arriving at 10:01, or 10:15 will not matter when I take my final breath. What will matter are the connections I’ve made, the live’s I have touched, and the hearts that have been brightened.”

“My cheeks pull at my lips with the thought of that. Joy. My dad was not healed in that room, he did not leave that room in his physical body, but peace washed over him, washed over his children and we all became stronger and more in love with our family.”