It's a Journey

Choosing Not to be a victim

Choosing Not to Be a Victim Last week's post is missing. Where did it go? It got wiped out by two weeks of negative internal chatter and a brain stuck firmly on the worst-case future. When I finally climbed out, this week's post showed up on its own: your victimhood...

Waiting to See What’s Revealed

Waiting to See What's Revealed I have a friend with two decks of cards, Life Cards and Angel Cards. Every so often she pulls them out of the cupboard, and we each draw one from each deck without looking. The whole thing takes about ten minutes, but it drags us back...

Independent Renée vs. Relationship Renée

Independent Renée vs. Relationship Renée Not sure how many of you watched Seinfeld when it originally aired, but I did, and one episode has been resonating with me lately. George spent that episode torn between two versions of himself: Independent George and...

Advocate, Mom, Writer

My days these days are mostly advocacy, with my kids always first, and hiking, biking, and cold plunging worked in whenever I can. Winter cold plunges aren’t for everyone, but there’s a strange kind of beauty and calm in it that I’ve come to need.

Separation was a journey. It took time, and it taught me most of what I know now.