Life always keeps us going… until it doesn’t. Some of you have reached out wondering where I’ve been. A few of you have kindly checked in. Others have not-so-kindly checked in - asking why I haven’t been available or responding. Here's the thing: if I’m not responding, it’s usually because something private is happening that I haven’t yet found the words to share. Last November, I was struggling with a pancreatic cyst issue and then during a traumatic experience involving my puppies, I...

Yesterday, I turned 64. I woke up singing, “When I’m 64…” by the Beatles! (Thank you to everyone who called, texted, or stopped by. Your love and presence made this day even more meaningful than I could have imagined.) There’s something about birthdays that quietly ask us to pause—really pause—and take in the landscape of our lives. Not just the milestones or the highlights, but the full, lived-in journey. The choices, the lessons, the healing, the becoming. We often rush past our birthdays...

For the past few months, I’ve been on what I call a “social media diet” or "no socials Sunday" — no scrolling, no headlines, no spiraling on Sundays. My grandma used to say Sunday was her day to “cheat” when it came to food, shopping, or anything else she felt like loosening the rules around. But here’s the thing: I’ve never liked the word cheat . It's always felt off — heavy, dishonest, and especially charged right now with everything happening in our world . And when it comes to my own...