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Let’s just say it out loud: the holidays are a lot . There are expectations—spoken, unspoken, and aggressively marketed. There is the hustle and bustle, lists upon lists, and a strange sense that if you don’t do all  the things, you’re somehow “doing Christmas wrong.” The shopping, the cooking, the decorating, the scheduling, the concerts, the gatherings, the matching pajamas… it all adds up. Somewhere in the middle of it all, we forget what the meaning is—or we don’t even st

Let me start this post with a disclaimer: this one might feel a little aggressive. The angry part of me—the part that gets miffed, protective, sharp, and fully ready to speak my truth—has clearly been triggered. And today, I’m giving that part the mic. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Anger. Not the destructive, explosive kind, but the boundary-setting, bullshit-calling, truth-telling kind. The part of me that refuses to sit quietly while old wounds get poked and p

“The moment I opened Jada’s gift — tears, gratitude, and one of those sacred reminders that we’re all works in progress, beautifully becoming.” I figured it was about time for a blog. I’ve sat down at the keyboard a few times lately, ready to write, but nothing came out. Just… blank. And yet, over the past couple of weeks, there have been plenty of blog-worthy moments—little lessons, gifts, and connections that seem to keep showing up right when I need them. The most recent c

I've been thinking a lot about freedom. Freedom isn’t the absence of responsibility or commitment — it’s the presence of choice. True freedom begins the moment you stop living from fear of what others might think and start living from the truth of who you are. It’s the soft exhale after years of holding your breath to fit into someone else’s idea of you. Freedom is not rebellion for rebellion’s sake; it’s the sacred act of returning home to your own rhythm. It means you can l

I was wandering one of my newfound rock-picking places — you know, the kind of spot where you go “just to look” and somehow end up two hours later talking to rocks like they’re old friends. The lake was calm, the air soft, and I told myself I was here to unwind, breathe, and maybe find a few treasures. It wasn’t the first rock I picked up that day — but it was the first one that stopped me in my tracks. It was weirdly shaped,  curved like it had grown that way on purpose. Smo

A couple weeks ago I threw a soup pot across the kitchen. It had been sitting in the sink too long, crusted and gross, and in my...

I was twelve the first time alcohol touched my lips. October of eighth grade. My best friend’s birthday. A Friday night at the movie...

It's hard to stay open to the idea that life still has good things, "life-changing" things, in store. This notion can often feel elusive,...

There is a danger in owning your story. Not danger in the sense of personal harm, but in the way that people may respond when you start...

Something shifted in me recently. My time in the woods offered the kind of healing that hospitals can’t. Don’t get me wrong — I’m...

The wild rice lake where I’ve been grounding and healing. I’ve always believed healing lives in the woods. My mama taught me that, and...

I recently had the chance to spend a couple of nights at Camp Christopher, an 11-acre sanctuary nestled quietly along the river, created...

Some stories don’t ask permission. They split you open in the middle of your life, get your hands dirty, and stitch you back together...

Something beautiful happened tonight. It was the second session of Rooted Circle, and I came in hopeful—but what unfolded exceeded every...

Last night, I led the first session of that women’s group I’ve been developing—something rooted in authenticity, parts work, healing, and...

You ever start building something because you can’t quite shake the idea — even though you know it’s going to stretch you in all the best...

Don’t be afraid to be fully who you are. Not a quieter version, not a smaller shape, not a softer edge. Be all of it. Your laugh. Your...

This Mother's Day brought a moment I will cherish for the rest of my life: my son graduated from college. As he walked across the stage...

Cool title, huh? I used AI to help write it because "Crazy Places That I Go In My Mind When I Think Too Much" didn't seem like something...

I knew he had listened to it. My 2nd born son. He listened to the podcast episode. I now knew he knew my story, my truth, about what...