Are you ready for this? Here’s what really happens … — I love the early morning quiet of a weekend to myself. I’m a single mother. I don’t get a lot of quiet mornings. I have a different kind of appreciation for a morning with my children, but quiet mornings on my own are savored — especially when it’s early enough…

I’ve never considered myself fearful. Even as a child, I was borderline reckless with my bravery. There was no tree I was afraid to climb or height I was afraid to go to. If someone told me I couldn’t do something, I was definitely going to try to do…

Here’s to fascinating conversations & meaningful connections — It’s a well-known fact that most Tinder accounts are absolutely flooded with prospects. Not only do you have to worry about the potential for chemistry, connection, and shared values, but you also have to consider how to even stand out from the crowd of other interested singles. With so many…

The letter I couldn’t write until now — I’ve always found it easier to burn bridges and scorch the earth behind me. For a long time, I didn’t understand the impulse. It felt like survival — the only option available to me when my defenses were shattered. It was only after an encounter with my shadow self that…

For parents trying their best who still feel like they’re failing — Every night, I look at myself in the mirror and promise that I’m going to be a better mother. A calmer one. A happy one. I’m going to tune in more and tune out less. I’ll hold them close and treasure every single moment. I will be better than I…

Thoughts from quarantine — When the world shut down in 2020, schools and workplaces closed their doors. The news was full of information about quarantine. For months, we had daily updates about COVID-19. We knew what symptoms to look out for, how fast it was spreading, how many people were sick, and the daily…

Get out of your own way. — It’s rare to meet anyone who actually enjoys online dating. Most of us head in that direction as a last resort when regular life doesn’t extend us adequate dating opportunities. For a long time, I simply refused to participate. I benched myself for many reasons — not the least of…

A tree grows crooked toward the light — Some of us Don’t learn how to lean Never learned to accept A helping hand Trauma at the root Wraps the whole tree In ways looking in You’ll never understand This isn’t the life I carefully planned This is the one I built From ash Gently I wrap up my hand In bandages To heal from…