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...
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...
