grief
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A Year
I’m often asked, “How are you doing?” The answer depends on how often someone sees me. Those who see me once or twice a year, usually through the lens of social media, ask about the book. They want to know how it’s doing. And to be fair, it’s doing really well. Better than I ever…
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I Love You Most!
When I was a little girl, my father used to tell me, “I love you.” I would answer, “I love you too,” and without fail, he would reply, “I love you most.”In the sea of painful memories I carry from my childhood, these small moments stand out like tiny life rafts. They help me step…
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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…
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A long Road
It’s been a week since he left, and I just miss my friend. That afternoon in the parking lot, as we stood under the warm sun, he wrapped his arms around me. He told me he loved me and in that moment, his love filled me with warmth and strength. He doesn’t even realize it,…
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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.…
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On the Brink
The text said this “I will head to the UP for two weeks of camping. Then I will begin the journey of reinventing myself, with a lot of mindful focus on the present. I suspect at some time I will want to connect and seek reassurances that I was never going to fix things given…
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Heavy Today
If I’m being completely honest, I’m not okay.Today feels… heavy. Messy. Raw. I’m definitely sitting in my feelings-trying to let them be what they are without judging them, but it’s hard when there’s so much noise around me. I’m surrounded by people I love, people who care, but each voice seems to pull me in…


