This morning I sat with my journal, coffee in hand, doing what I usually do to start the day: a quick gratitude list. Beautiful weather. Yummy‑smelling candle. Fun new clothes. to wear. Simple things that brought a smile to my face. Then I opened the book I’ve been reading, a gift from a dear friend, called, Every Day Spirit  by Mary Davis. The passage for the day was about becoming the best version of yourself. The intention was clearly meant to be uplifting, but for me it landed with a...

Most people have an inner critic. I somehow ended up with an entire miniature boardroom filled with them. At the head of the boardroom table is Bitty Bitch. She’s only a couple of inches tall, but she carries herself like she’s running a global empire. Picture a power suit with shoulder pads reminiscent of the 80s, super large and in charge. And her heels? Sharp and pointy, just like her personality. Her specialty is locating my dreams and aspirations, marching right up to them, and digging...

Apparently, I’ve got an internal volcano that still gets activated when it comes to family-related drama and chaos, or at least that’s what it feels like. Maybe you know the feeling, when your insides start to shake, you see red, and the heat starts to sizzle upward from your chest into your face. Then out of your mouth comes words and a tone that you wish you could suck back into your face. Let me introduce you to Mount Pam. Here’s the thing, she doesn’t erupt often. She stays dormant most...