For the majority of the past four years, I have walked on eggshells. I convinced myself that staying small was holy. That silence was wisdom. That tiptoeing was tenderness. But walking lightly around someone is not intimacy. Sometimes it is simply survival. And survival is not the same thing as peace. Quiet does not always... Continue Reading →
The Stains That Don’t Stay
Wine spilled on the couch again tonight... It happens from time to time. One slip, one distraction, one glass too close to the edge and suddenly, I am scrambling. Because spills demand cleanup. Because stains threaten permanence. Because I paid too much for this couch to let it be ruined. So I get to work.... Continue Reading →
The Bravery of Courage
There are mornings I wake up and wish I could be the kind of woman who just packs a bag, grabs her keys, and leaves without looking back. I’ve played that scene out in my head at least fifty times. The silence behind me. The road ahead. The relief of not wondering anymore if I’ll... Continue Reading →
Cup Size Doesn't Matter 