When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I want to do is go back to sleep. Because: Sometimes, often I sleep badly and actually...

I’d been feeling angsty and in my head, like I was very possibly too tender for this world where everything feels more intense than it is...

Growing up, June was endless pool days, playing Marco Polo, Fish Out of Water, Colors. Swimming, splashing, screaming, squealing glee...

When I first started writing Big Blogs, it was my way of sharing deeper and speaking truer. I’d been doing that in writing my first book,...

I didn’t want to forget the time before the struggles began sloughing off like old, dry skin. A time when every aspect of life except my...

As my grandmother used to say, “Dirt will wait, but your children growing up so quickly won’t.” She didn’t mean that we should live in...

My last Instagram post was on August 23rd. My last email newsletter was July 11th, 2020 — yikes. My last Facebook post was on December...

Someone recently brought to my attention that there’s a difference between self-care and being self-absorbed. As if I didn’t know, but...

I was convinced that I could write my way out of this. The broke years, inner angst and fear of living. The self-doubt, coping mechanisms...

As I snuggled under a happily matted fleece throw, tea lights glowing amber, fall air sifting through the screens, crisp and burnt — I...

I hadn’t taken into account how wrong I would feel. For all the things I said, or didn’t. I didn’t feel guilty for the things she wanted...

I had a dream that she was telling me off. Then telling me off some more. Securing the last word, yet again. Then the scenery changed to...

I pulled into an empty parking lot outside the closed health food store, sliding into a spot under a tree that cast me in shadow,...

One occupational hazard of being friends with entrepreneurs is receiving their email newsletters after you’re no longer friends. The...

Sometimes I let the nightmares keep me in bed. I’d be lucid, but not in control, allowing turmoil to play out in front of me, scratching...

Why does the shit stick? Not the times we listened with our heart wide open to catch the other’s pain . . . stopped everything to be...

It hurt to think of her, memory still bloated and raw with pain . . . regret. It was like a death, our breakup. I attempted to soften it...

For someone who’s all about self-care, I couldn’t remember the last time I took a bath. After a full day of spiritual workshop with...

I’d like to say to you, the things I’d like to say to myself. You are worthy of a great life, regardless of what you’ve done, or haven’t...

March 1st, 2017 is a personally epic date for me. It’s the day I stepped away from three years of misguided entrepreneurial hustle and...