On being misunderstood, and learning to see differently Before I tell you stories about my life, I think it’s only fair you know who’s telling them. I wasn’t always someone who shared things. On the contrary. For a long time, I was someone who held them in—quietly, carefully—trying to make sense of things on my […]

When what feels like falling apart is actually opening I had this feeling come over me today, and I started writing to try to understand it. Then I found myself scrolling through my photo library, hoping to find an image that matched what was happening inside me. And there it was—the perfect illustration of exactly

Before anything else, I wanted to begin with a story that has stayed with me. It’s about noticing something small… and only understanding it much later. Maybe that’s where it all began for me. The Two-Dollar Gift My girls grew up spending time at my parents’ house, and like most families, we all had our