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I have built my life around survival and fear. That’s the honest truth. A good life, a prosperous and successful life. A life other people would see and feel envy. The job, the title, the salary, the house, the vacations, the education, the friends, the family. Warm, authentic, and outwardly enviable. But I found myself…
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It’s been three years since I stood behind him as he tied that gray ribbon around a fragile branch of the hope tree. The anniversaries never get easier. “Don’t come back.” He said before the surgery. “Finish your vacation.” We left the Happiest Place on Earth a day early and drove home to Phoenix to…
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There’s this weird feeling, being so far down the road of life that I feel like I should have figured this out already while also finding myself finally knowing what I want. What a blessing to be standing in the doorway, the old me wishing me well as I walk away, and the woman I…
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In your 40’s. With baggage and kids. In a digital world where introductions are 200 words or less and a couple of pictures showing your best side in the best lighting. In a million introductions, conversations that feel empty and meaningless, like being on a never ending carousel of cocktail party introductions with people you…
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I’m writing again, Mrs. Collins.For fun. For the joy of it. Because I have lived 42 years on this planet and I have a lot to say. So stick around. If you want. I’m not telling you how to spend your time. I use Oxford commas, and I put two spaces after the period and…