This week brought me face to face with loss.

My chiropractor passed away on Monday.

He went out at 4 a.m., in bitter cold and heavy snow, to shovel the driveway. He came back inside and had a heart attack.

My heart breaks for his wife—the love of his life. For their two daughters and their partne...

The Invisible Energy Of Women

There is a kind of energy women output every single day that has no name, no paycheck, no applause.

It’s invisible.

And yet—it is everything.

This is the energy of noticing before anyone asks. The energy of anticipating needs. The energy of regulating emotions—ours ...

Here’s the truth most women are afraid to say out loud:

If you stopped doing everything you do, a lot of things would fall apart.

Not because you’re indispensable in some egoic way. But because your overfunctioning has become the glue.

You remember birthdays, appointments, and what everyone needs...

Like many women, I’ve spent much of my life feeling watched.

Observed. Measured. Interpreted. Judged.

Too much of this. Not enough of that. Too emotional. Too strong. Too big. Too chubby. Too lean. Too sexual. Too muscular. Too talkative. Too opinionated. Too unapologetic. Too sad. Too happy. Too ...

My word for the year is TEAMWORK.

And that might not sound revolutionary, but for me, it is.

The truth is, I moved out at fifteen. For most of my life, I really did do it alone. There were no parents to help babysit. No siblings to lean on. No soft place to land. In fact, my family represented pai...

There are days when life feels gentle.
And then there are days when it doesn’t.

This was one of those days.

Snow falling hard.
Cold air biting my cheeks.
Visibility low.
Everything slowed down whether I wanted it to or not.

And yet—I was smiling.

Not because everything is perfect.
Not because I ...

Last night, the house settled early.

The tree lights were still on—the kind of glow that doesn’t ask for anything, it simply offers warmth. I sat a little longer than usual, letting the evening land. Letting myself feel it.

This weekend feels like a marker.

I turned fifty-five on Thursday. A numb...