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  • Touch

    Touch

    I imagine there’s this moment – that breath between passion and peace – after the whirlwind of laughter, kissing, and undressing. When the noise fades, and he pulls me close. Naked. Unarmored. Present. He just holds me. And in that stillness, I can feel his heartbeat against mine, his body pressed to me – hard,…

  • A Little Laugh, A Big Win, and a Heart Full of Gratitude

    A Little Laugh, A Big Win, and a Heart Full of Gratitude

    Someone sent me a quote the other day that made me laugh so hard I nearly spilled my coffee: “To be an author these days you have to write, edit, commission art, run a mailing list, learn marketing, pay for ads, grind on social media… All Hemingway had to do was be an alcoholic.” I laughed because…

  • Not Tests, Affirmations!

    Not Tests, Affirmations!

    I had the pleasure of being on another great podcast this week and a lot of what we talked about just reaffirms what all that I want to be and do in this life!  My heart is bursting from this conversation!  What I normally would talk about here – I was able to share on…

  • The North Star 

    The North Star 

    There is a star in the northern sky that has outlasted empires, storms, and time itself.  The North Star.  Constant, unwavering, a fixed point when all else seems to drift away. Sailors once trusted it with their lives, wanderers with their return, lovers with their hope. I’ve spent a lifetime looking for my North Star.…

  • The House Hunt that Reminded me of Love!

    The House Hunt that Reminded me of Love!

    All day, I knew I was standing at the edge of a big life change. But it didn’t feel real. Honestly, it still doesn’t. At least, not until the toilet broke and the only person who could fix it… was me.Welcome to homeownership. And here’s the wild thing: it’s beautiful. Because this house isn’t just…

  • Gossip: the Original fake news

    Gossip: the Original fake news

    I am no stranger to gossip.  I grew up on a really small neighborhood block. The streets lining the school in a perfect square and we would see dozens upon dozens of children walking from their homes to the school yard.  My brother and I were often a spectacle – latch-key kids with clear hand-me…

  • Staying Far Too Long

    Staying Far Too Long

    For her, it wasn’t the cheating that finally broke her. That had her wanting to leave the relationship. Yes, it hurt. Yes, it was devastating. But she loved him, and she wanted to believe him. She clung to the denials — It never happened. It would never happen. Even when she discovered the second time,…