There are seasons when life removes the illusion of control, when the scaffolding that holds your sense of safety simply disappears. You think you’re doing well, managing everything, staying grounded… until something shifts beneath you and your nervous system tells the truth your mind won’t say out loud. Recently my foundation disappeared. My home, the… Continue reading When the Ground Gives Way
Perhaps the worst lie we ever toldwas that America was the land of opportunity. That if you came,if you worked,if you did your best,it didn’t matter who you wereor where you came from.You could be anything. I wanted to believe that story.We all did.It was stitched into every anthem,every flag in our childhood classrooms,every promise… Continue reading The Land of Lies
The ugliness isn’t new.It just sat in corners,under wraps —racism simmering beneath the surface,homophobia,transphobia,xenophobia... people aching to other their neighbors,to write fear and discomfort into law. History we thought was behind usis hanging Black men from trees again.Women bleeding out in parking lots,denied carebecause compassion’s been made illegal. People online cheering for brutalityagainst their neighborsbecause… Continue reading The Ugliness Isn’t New: It’s Just Louder Now
I never thought we’d fall. But now I can’t help but see the small, seemingly harmless ways we’ve given up our freedommanipulated to do what’s right, practical, and safe. I remember 9/11. Listening to the news on the radio. Numb.Certain it had to be a misunderstanding.It couldn’t happen here. I was a college student, wandering… Continue reading Fear and Freedom
My grandmother raised my dad and his brother in the 1950 and 1960s. She wasn’t educated and couldn’t drive. At that time women had few rights. She couldn’t get a bank loan, a credit card, or a mortgage without a male co-signer. My grandfather, her husband, was not a kind man. He was abusive, a… Continue reading What My Grandmother Knew
Sometimes it feels like the universe is giving your heart pop quizzes. You meet someone. You feel a flicker... something promising, alive, tender.You open, maybe cautiously, maybe even a smidgen braver than usual.And just when you start to wonder, “Could this be something?” It stalls.There's silence.A shift.An unanswered message.An echo where presence used to be.… Continue reading You’re Not Being Tested. You’re Being Prepared.
Healing creates a presence that becomes a mirror.Not because you’re trying to reflect anything back, but because your energy now speaks with clarity. Softness. Truth.And not everyone is ready for that. When you’ve done the work—when you’ve integrated, softened, set boundaries with love—you begin to carry an energetic frequency that quietly filters.You don’t even need… Continue reading When Your Energy Becomes a Mirror
So often, we become reactive when we’re living in the unknown. The in-between, those spaces where clarity hasn’t yet arrived, can stir something deep in us. It’s in those moments that we reach for certainty. For answers. For something to hold. These feelings trigger our anxiety.And anxiety wants action.It wants to resolve the discomfort, to… Continue reading Lead from Love, Not Reaction
I didn't know that healing would feel less like a glow-up and more like a demolition site with great lighting. It’s sold to us as a tidy arc: breakdown, breakthrough, soft lighting, thriving. A before-and-after montage with just the right filter and a sudden yoga habit. But real healing? Real transformation? It’s messy. It’s confrontational.… Continue reading This Isn’t the Glow-Up They Promised
There’s power in naming what we want out loud.Even when it’s messy.Even when it feels like too much.Especially then. But I won’t pretend it’s easy.I’ve spoken my desire and watched everything fall apart.I’ve asked for more and have been met with endings.I’ve used my voice and then questioned if I should’ve stayed quiet. So for… Continue reading What I’m Learning About Wanting
