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The Uncle Who Painted Cars Like Masterpieces an...
Some people love you so deeply, so intentionally, that their love becomes part of who you are: even after they're gone. This is my love letter to my Uncle Herbert:...
The Uncle Who Painted Cars Like Masterpieces an...
Some people love you so deeply, so intentionally, that their love becomes part of who you are: even after they're gone. This is my love letter to my Uncle Herbert:...
The Glue Person: When Holding Everyone Together...
Ever been the one everyone leans on, but never feel like you can lean back? This one’s for the Glue People: the quiet heroes holding everything and everyone together while...
The Glue Person: When Holding Everyone Together...
Ever been the one everyone leans on, but never feel like you can lean back? This one’s for the Glue People: the quiet heroes holding everything and everyone together while...
The Silent Struggle: When Being "Fine" Becomes ...
Sometimes "I'm fine" is just a costume we wear to get through the day. This post is for anyone silently navigating life with high-functioning depression: showing up, pouring into others,...
The Silent Struggle: When Being "Fine" Becomes ...
Sometimes "I'm fine" is just a costume we wear to get through the day. This post is for anyone silently navigating life with high-functioning depression: showing up, pouring into others,...
The Moment You Speak, You Create Your Future: W...
A Google search stopped me in my tracks and flipped my understanding of manifestation on its head. Turns out, the future starts the moment you speak. Not tomorrow. Not next...
The Moment You Speak, You Create Your Future: W...
A Google search stopped me in my tracks and flipped my understanding of manifestation on its head. Turns out, the future starts the moment you speak. Not tomorrow. Not next...
Three Days After Aunt Rose: When July Keeps Bre...
Some losses hit you in slow motion. Others come with a calendar and a cruel sense of timing. Three days after grieving Aunt Rose, I found myself aching all over...
Three Days After Aunt Rose: When July Keeps Bre...
Some losses hit you in slow motion. Others come with a calendar and a cruel sense of timing. Three days after grieving Aunt Rose, I found myself aching all over...
Fairly Well, Aunt Rose: Grief, Fireworks, and t...
She used to say “fairly well” like it was a full mood...and it was. This July 4th, I’m not here for fireworks. I’m here to honor a woman whose love...
Fairly Well, Aunt Rose: Grief, Fireworks, and t...
She used to say “fairly well” like it was a full mood...and it was. This July 4th, I’m not here for fireworks. I’m here to honor a woman whose love...