There’s something I don’t say enough. I am not all knowing. I know that might surprise some of you. Maybe you’ve been reading these posts and somewhere in the back of your mind there was still a version of me…

Mother’s Day doesn’t end when the brunch does. Not for people like us. If you’re an empath or an HSP you already know what I’m talking about. The holiday doesn’t arrive and leave cleanly. It moves through the people around…

Mother’s Day is loud. Not in a bad way necessarily. Just loud. Everywhere you look someone is being celebrated or called or taken to brunch. The world turns a particular shade of pink for about a week and then moves…

Mother’s Day is one of those holidays that lands differently depending on what you’re carrying. For some people it’s straightforward. Flowers and brunch and a phone call that leaves everyone feeling warm. For a lot of the people I know…

I’ve been doing this work for a long time. Long enough that people assume I have it figured out. Long enough that I sometimes catch myself assuming the same thing. And then something happens that reminds me I’m still very…

My earliest memory of being afraid is from when I was four years old. Not afraid of the dark exactly. Not afraid of anything I could point to or name. Just afraid in that deep, whole-body way that a four…

I stopped working out. Not because I wanted to. Not because I got lazy or lost motivation or any of the stories we tell ourselves when we quietly give up on something. I stopped because my joints started hurting in…