Every December, like clockwork, something subtle (and not so subtle) starts to happen. Invitations roll in. Expectations pile up. Traditions resurface. And without even thinking

I came across a quote I’d seen several years ago that made me stop and think: “One day, you are going to hug your last

It’s been nearly twelve years since I lost my second husband. In the early years, I made a very conscious decision: I was going to

Rest. Recovery. Self-care. Words we’ve all heard, maybe even whispered to ourselves with a halfhearted, “Yeah, I know,” before pushing them aside. But here’s the

Long-time readers know that I often talk about the Universe showing up right when I need a nudge—or, in this week’s case, a full-on shout.

We’ve all been there—telling ourselves that if we could just get it right, then we’d start. Then we’d post it, share it, apply for it,