Holding Moments

Holding Moments

I’ll be starting up my blog postings soon. For now, I’ve been immersed in time with my children—time that feels both fleeting and eternal. These are days I will never get back, so I’ve allowed myself to absorb them fully, to sit inside the laughter, the questions, the...
A Quick Note Before the Next Chapter

A Quick Note Before the Next Chapter

I’ve been quiet here lately–in a space of regrouping. The past couple of months brought a handful of unexpected challenges, and instead of pushing through just to keep up, I gave myself permission to pause, recalibrate, and return with intention. For those who...
When I Was a Kid

When I Was a Kid

When I was a kid, I thought heaven was up in the clouds—somewhere far away, untouched and quiet. I didn’t understand it beyond that. Just a place in the sky we might go someday. But today, I know better. Heaven and hell aren’t places we wait for. They’re the moments...
The Undertow: Facing What Pulls You Under

The Undertow: Facing What Pulls You Under

I didn’t plan for The Undertow to surface—it rose on its own. When I revisited the first 90 days of writing, I saw it. Beneath the storm were my addictions, those layers of self-inflicted wounds and blind patterns that had governed my life for decades. In my twenties,...