I’m a day late with my Sunday reflection. And if I’m honest, I almost didn’t write it at all.

We celebrated my eldest daughter, Madelaine, turning 31 on February 11th. The house was full — kids, partners, baby, pets. Laughter in the kitchen. The baby bringing sooooo much love and happiness to our f...

I went to the wake to be with my chiropractor’s family as they grieved the loss of their father, husband, brother, uncle, Dr. Orest Jakym.

And I’m so glad I went.

We are not meant to do grief—or life—alone.
We are meant to hug.
To commiserate.
To remember.
To celebrate.
Together.

I won’t lie—I’m ...

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 ...

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...