Letting Good Be Good I had my granddaughters for an overnight this weekend. They’re four, two and a half, and eight months old, and right now they’re completely committed to Disney dress-up. Not “put on a princess dress for five minutes” committed. Full-time committed. If they’re awake, they’re wearing a gown. This particular visit featured […]

I want to share a story I tell frequently from behind the chair in my salon. There’s usually a small gap in the conversation where it fits—unexpected, but welcome—and people always seem to lean in, smile, and get a good laugh. One of the great philosophers of my childhood… was a lifeguard named Stephanie. I

There was a moment behind the chair that stayed with me long after the conversation ended. I was telling two clients about my blog—how I’ve been writing, shaping my thoughts into stories, and slowly building a home for the stories that have lived quietly inside me for years. One client was immediately supportive, warm in

I’ve spent a lot of years trying to understand myself. Not because I thought there was something wrong with me, but because certain thoughts, feelings, and frustrations kept showing up. Like weeds in a garden, I’d pull one out, only to find another growing back somewhere else. For years, I approached life by examining the

I have so many blog posts sitting unfinished, waiting to be posted, but life just keeps happening in real time. This past week especially felt profound. Between everything unfolding with my family, medical conversations, and the emotional weight of it all, I found myself reflecting deeply on how precious and strange life really is. By

The invisible expectations we carry that other people don’t even know exist. There’s a moment I seem to arrive at over and over again. Not immediately. Not in the heat of it. First comes the full battery of human feelings. Frustration.Anger.That tight little pulse behind the eyes that says, are you kidding me right now?The

I used to think I was good at boundaries. I would draw a line. If it was crossed, I’d redraw it. Maybe even one more time. And then, without much warning, if that line was crossed one too many times, that was it—I’d be done. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just… gone. People would disappear from

Noticing the moments that make a life There are moments in life when you realize you’ve quietly disappeared. No one told you to disappear. No one demanded it. Yet somehow, between responsibilities, family, work, and the everyday rhythms of life, you wake up one day and realize you’ve been living almost entirely for everyone else.

There’s a strange feeling that comes with putting your thoughts out into the world. At first, it feels empowering. Like opening a window in a room that’s been closed up for too long. Fresh air. Movement. Possibility. And then, just as quickly, something else creeps in. A quieter voice. Who really cares? Who’s even reading

On what we think we’re hiding, and what finds us anyways Come sit at my kitchen table, and maybe you’ll remember your own. ⸻ I was a good girl. At least, that’s how I always saw myself. I wasn’t the kid sneaking out windows or causing real trouble. But like most teenagers, there comes a