It's a Journey

Four Years Out

Four Years Out

If anyone had told me then how long it would take to get to the place 4 years ago, it would have depressed me further than I already was. But if they had told me how happy I would be, I would be surprised.

What If?

What If What do you normally think right after those two words? I tend to think: what if... catastrophe. My propensity to imagine the worst is so deeply ingrained that even after proving to myself, again and again, that the worst case never actually happens,...

Blame’s Fault

Blame's Fault I like finding answers to the problems in life. I know that's impossible, and that chasing one single answer to everything will drive me a little crazy, but this week I feel like I'm...

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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.