Because life's about more than getting the laundry put away... forever

We’re mid-podcast interview when I ask the host if she knows her soul number.

“No, actually. I have no idea.”

“Would you like me to calculate it right here?”

“Yes. I’d love that.”

I do the math. Her soul number is 8.

I tell her: in Tarot Numerology, 8 is the Strength card.

She goes quiet for a...

A while back, I broke. 😮‍💨

The quiet kind. The kind where you hold so much for so long that one ordinary Tuesday, you just can’t anymore.

I'm the one in charge of the medical side of caring for an aging parent. Maybe you are too. At the end of life, almost everything becomes medical, and the umbre...

You’re building something.

Maybe it’s a business, or the passion project you keep growing on the side. Maybe it’s a whole life after the kids moved out and the house went quiet. Maybe it’s the next chapter after a divorce, the one you’re writing from scratch. Maybe it’s a body that moves and feels ...

My Peloton instructor said it mid-climb, calm as anything: “Release your death grip.” 😬

He was talking about the handlebars. My mind went straight to my mom.

She’s in her 90s, living in a skilled nursing facility now. I’m her medical power of attorney, her advocate, her daughter — a whole plane ri...

I was five minutes from the end of One Day when I felt it — that quiet dread of a story not going where you need it to go. 😬

My daughter had warned me. She’d literally texted me: “Mom. Don’t watch it.” I watched it anyway. (This is who I am.)

And then the ending came. And it wasn’t the one I wante...

We’re sitting at lunch. Just the two of us. My mom is struggling to cut her food, and every small movement takes effort and intention.

I ask if I can help her.

Her response is tears. A feeling of humiliation — a deep, wordless no to losing one more piece of her independence.

My heart hurts. For h...