Petals in a Ponchera
A childhood memory, a cleansing ritual, and the thread that connects us. As a little girl, I was mesmerized by my mother.
The Martyrdom of Over-Giving
A few nights ago, my AI assistant told me to stop. We had made thirty decisions together. She warned I was about to hit exhaustion. What?! Not my AI assistant earning her keep by looking out for me!
The Way I Know I Am Not Okay
The small rituals I return to when I feel myself slipping out of alignment. I have a particular tell that sets off an alarm in my mind. It shows up when my self-care starts to slip.
A Meditation Space at Home
Meditation has been my saving grace. Especially as I continue to heal from what I write about in Just Write: the anxiety I have quietly carried for most of my life, amplified by postpartum hormones. At one point, it became loud.
The Name That Found Her
Just like my daughter herself, her name was a divine gift. My middle brother Richard is one of my absolute best friends in this world. An all-around incredible human. Loyal. Funny. Deeply observant. The kind of brother who shows up exactly as he is.
A Closet Reset
I wasn't lacking clothing. I was lacking clarity. I didn't expect my closet to be one of the biggest sources of friction in my day. But over time, that's exactly what it became.