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

It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m standing in a rental house at over 6,000 feet, looking down at my watch.

My resting heart rate is in the 90s.

Mine is normally 54. I wear the watch now, so I have the data, and the data says something is off. I stand up, over 100. I walk across the room, over 100. I...

I’m at dinner with Dave, my husband, and he looks over and asks, what’s up?

He can tell I’ve been crying. I can’t get the words out. He starts guessing, and I keep shaking my head. No, that’s not it. That’s not it either. (Bless Dave, he keeps guessing like there's a prize for landing on the right ...

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...