So I did a thing last night for the first time. I attended an hour long writing group called The Narrative Method. Worst case scenario, I...

*Author, Natalie Goldberg, says when you don't know what to write about, talk about your favorite meal. For me, this was easy! Tom wanted...

Written by Guest Blogger: Amanda Chance Reading can help us travel across different worlds and learn many lessons. Even in our ‘Books in...

I got called back after a routine mammogram because you know, reasons. One ultrasound, one detailed torture device session, and 72 hours...

I just listened to a meditation on receiving. Turns out I don’t do this so well. The Zen intonation of the teacher asked what it would be...

When I look at you I see a masterpiece of how God knit you together molecule by molecule, cell by cell, placing each strand of hair on...

It rests hidden next to my prayer chair, in the same exact location it has been for over twenty years. A silent, stoic monument, seeking...

She let go. She let go of cleaning the floor on her hands and knees, of oiling the kitchen cabinets, of vacuuming triangles into the...

My kid swam across a lake yesterday. I thought she may drown. I watched helpless from a stand up paddleboard too far away to rescue her...

No one tells you. Mouths are closed and Hope is driving the party bus on The Big Day. No one tells you that there is a rather steep...

Sometimes we literally get stopped in our tracks. Like yesterday, when this beauty was sprawled out in front of me. What I am not: a...

Apparently, while raising children, they may pick the most unexpected of times to bravely share the ways that you have recently let them...

Which category do I fit into as a mom if I have one daughter dating a woman, another who has a partner who using pronouns They/Them, and...

One day I stopped cooking dinner. Twenty years of preparing this meal every night left me feeling like I needed a break. So I took it....

I did it. I completed a 4 day Writing Workshop in a place I have never been to by myself, without knowing a single soul. I did it. ...

I write so I won’t forget the simplest, most minute details of this living sandwich unfold. Take the sun rising and setting, for example....

I don’t understand how this happened again. I was barely 26 years old, fresh and green, only teaching 3 years - and then Columbine...

I have forgotten to pray. This reminder came from a respected teacher in a random zoom room that I happened to be in at the last minute...

In the course of one week, I feel as though I have lived multiple lifetimes. While merging onto HWY 17, the dashboard on my Prius lit up...

How do we hold both things simultaneously, sorrow and joy? Like a scale in the produce department of Nob Hill measuring fruit to prepare...