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Chasing Clouds and Finding the Way Back to Me
I used to chase clouds. Not metaphorically—though we’ll get to that—I mean literally chase clouds. Big, dreamy, fluffy ones that made the sky look like a painting. I’d finish work, hop in the car with my camera, and find the… Continue reading
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That One Thought: Life After the Aha
It doesn’t always happen in a lightning bolt.Sometimes, it’s more like a flicker.A quiet nudge in the back of your mind you keep brushing off because, well—life. Dishes need doing.Bills need paying.And there’s always some fire to put out that… Continue reading
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When Women Feel Like the Consolation Prize
Somewhere along the journey—between raising kids, clocking into work, managing households, and being the glue that keeps everyone else together—women start to disappear. Not to the world, necessarily.But to the people closest to them.And sometimes, quietly, to themselves. We wake… Continue reading
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Kindness Isn’t a One-Way Street
If you read my last post about sitting at Braum’s alone with my double dip of sugar-free ice cream and a lot on my mind, this thought spun off from that moment. I was watching that young family of four—Mom,… Continue reading
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Choosing Myself Without Guilt
Because no one will choose me if I don’t choose myself first. For years, I’ve been the one everyone could count on.The one who showed up.The one who kept the pieces together.The one who quietly put my needs last, convincing… Continue reading
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Heavy Sighs and Melted Ice Cream
So here I am, sitting in Braum’s. Alone. In front of me? A double dip of sugar-free ice cream that I didn’t even really want but somehow felt necessary. Necessary because sometimes you just need something sweet and cold to… Continue reading
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When a Digital Goodbye Still Hurts
So, here’s the thing about Facebook unfriending: it shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t. But then you’re sitting there, 46 years old, minding your own business, and out of nowhere, someone crosses your mind. You know the feeling—random memory pops up, maybe… Continue reading
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Three Generations and a Lunch Date
Yesterday, I spent the afternoon with my grandmother—who will be ninety-two this year. Ninety-two. Let that sink in. She’s literally twice my age, which feels impossible and miraculous all at the same time. And the best part? She had no… Continue reading
The Unposted Life – Choosing presence in a world that never stops posting. 