Tonight, something as small as a string of pastel lights unraveled me in the most unexpected, but equally beautiful way. I wasn’t “working on my healing”. I wasn’t looking for symbolism or deeper meaning. I wasn’t reflecting on anything, I had been decorating for the holidays all day. Until the package with the new lights…
A few months ago I learned something about myself that explained almost everything, and instead of relief, my first response was grief. It started simply. My husband and I were talking, the way we do, about how I have always been more sensitive. How I had been told this my whole life. How I had…
A Letter to the Person Who Shattered Me, and the Lessons I Learned from the Pain This letter is something deeply personal, written to a person who played a major role in my life, someone who broke me in ways I never expected. But sometimes, the greatest growth comes from the greatest pain. In writing…
