We Are Goddesses. Why Are We Still Waiting for Knights instead of Creating Our Own Magic
Over the summer, I was enjoying a summer day by the pool with some girlfriends and their teenage daughters. We were lounging, talking about the usual—life, careers, and the future. I asked the girls the universal question: What do you see yourself doing when you grow up? Some had visions of dream careers. But one of my daughter’s friends answered with a chilling simplicity: “I’m just going to find somebody rich to marry, and that will be that.” I had to take a pregnant pause
Mar 233 min read
Embrace Your Inner Child - When Did We Stop Laughing
My cousin was visiting this past summer, and she brought two little reminders of everything we've lost: her daughters. Watching them—especially the younger one, barely a year old—was like watching a fireworks show of pure joy. Everything was new, everything was exciting, and the hilarious, unfiltered belly laughs that could fix any bad mood. That innocent, unbridled light got me thinking: When did we lose that spark? When did we become so focused on being serious , on ad
Feb 242 min read
The Earth Angels Who Are Only Lent to Us
We’ve all experienced loss—losing someone we love too soon—and the phrase "only the good die young" rings painfully true. Our soul cries out, and we mourn a reality that simply feels unfair. Yet, as I’ve learned through my own grief, sometimes the purest souls are only lent to us for a short time. They are what I call Earth Angels . I believe Earth Angels are vessels of God, placed on this Earth for a reason. They carry a light that shines so intensely, it has an immediate an
Feb 33 min read
The Good Person Chair: The Foundation of UnSettled Living
We all grew up with different styles of discipline. My mother’s approach was swift: a quick correction, a paddle, and the lesson was learned instantly. My father, however, favored the slow burn. He liked to process the offense, write down his thoughts, and then invite me to his office days later for a "little chat." Knowing there was no such thing as a little chat, my sister and I would make ourselves comfortable in what we affectionately dubbed “The Good Person Chair.” I spe
Feb 32 min read
