Yesterday I said my goodbye to 2025. Today I welcome 2026 with wide eyes and hopefulness. The change and progress brought to me in 2025 will provide a strong foundation for further growth this year. There’s something in the air, I think. A sort of electrical charge that is lifting me and motivating me to keep moving…one foot in front of the other…with openness and childlike enthusiasm.

In 2025, I found myself again. The world seems to be burning down around me, but somehow, my personal slice of it has been beautiful.

When I think of my family home, I first remember it from the outside.  Outside was my paradise – my haven from the drama inside the house.

There is a child inside me She lurks in the corners of my soul as I navigate my life She has been waiting for her chance to come out and play I worked so hard for so much of my life to raise my kids to keep myself safe I tried so hard to fit in Hoping to be seen – to be heard…

Lately I’ve been posting a lot about my personal growth coming out of trauma. I thought it was time for a change of pace. Today’s post is quite simply a list of things I love.

Shedding my name was a big step in letting go of my past. I bought a piece of art off the courthouse wall the day I received the order. It hangs in my living room as a reminder of the gift I gave m…

My grandmother made the best banana bread I’ve ever had in my life. I’m certain of this…

At 14, all I wanted was to be married to the boy across the street. Things don't always goes as planned.

I recently had an epiphany. A few months ago, I was diagnosed with a chronic condition that affects my digestion in extreme ways. In a moment of defeat, I said out loud to myself, What else can I d…

My mother was creative…and restless. The lifestyle my father’s job as a commercial contractor could afford her was not enough to make her happy.

Throughout my childhood and as a young adult, I put substantial effort into fitting in. I would do, say, or even wear certain things, hoping for the acceptance I desired. I craved positive attentio…

I had been dealing with some depression…disconnectedness. Then one day I started moving forward. First, I reorganized my studio, making friends with the space again. Next, I began playing. Just dab…

Lately I've been posting a lot about my personal growth coming out of trauma. I thought it was time for a change of pace. Today's post is quite simply a list of things I love.

Shedding my name was a big step in letting go of my past. I bought a piece of art off the courthouse wall the day I received the order. It hangs in my living room as a reminder of the gift I gave myself.

My grandmother made the best banana bread I’ve ever had in my life. I'm certain of this...

I recently had an epiphany. A few months ago, I was diagnosed with a chronic condition that affects my digestion in extreme ways. In a moment of defeat, I said out loud to myself, What else can I do? I don’t know what to do.

My mother was creative…and restless. The lifestyle my father’s job as a commercial contractor could afford her was not enough to make her happy.

Throughout my childhood and as a young adult, I put substantial effort into fitting in. I would do, say, or even wear certain things, hoping for the acceptance I desired. I craved positive attention and was willing to hide parts of myself to get it. I didn't know the difference between fitting in and belonging.