The sun blazed overhead, so we made our way to the river. The water offered a refreshing contrast to the scorching heat, and the trees along the bank provided cool, shady refuge. It was a perfect e
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Learning to Love My Reflection
For years now, I’ve wrestled with wanting to feel beautiful without all of the extras. That feeling still escapes me most days.
Finding My Way Back: Not Alone
In that moment of stress and self-criticism, I reached for what I needed: connection. I picked up the phone.
A Delayed Start and a Beautiful Reminder
It’s camping season, and I love everything about it. From the open road on the way to a new destination to the quiet evenings around a campfire, this time of year always feels restorative.
Lists that Make Life Matter
I’ve always loved the 2007 movie The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. More recently, I watched the Netflix movie Life List, a light-hearted romantic comedy with a different tak
Learning to Live in the Tension
Her words have been echoing through my mind, circling like a gentle but persistent breeze that won’t settle. And I keep asking myself–can that really be true? Can two things be true at once?
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Letting go of Chopsticks: What am I mentally rehearsing?
I played the piano and the clarinet when I was a kid. These days that skill is mostly forgotten–except for a handful of memorized songs I can still peck out on a piano. If I picked up a clarinet
Seeds, Weeds, and Weights: What Grows from Grit
Warm weather nudged me outside to tackle some long-overdue yard work. A garden spot I created during the pandemic had begun demanding some attention. I needed to plant grass seed early this spring
Beauty from Ashes: Wrestling with loss and renewal
How can something so horrific have such an earthy, almost sweet scent? How could devastation be so quickly clothed in green new life? My mind wants to rebel against the idea, yet I couldn’t help
Reframing Rejection: The gift in being told “no”
When was the last time you were told “no”? As a two year old, I might have argued with a defiant “yes,” burst into tears, or even thrown myself on the floor, kicking and screaming. But as a