It didn’t start with a margarita, but it probably should have. Three and a half years ago, I found myself sitting in the ruins of a life...

We talk about romantic breakups like they’re the only kind of heartbreak that counts. But the friendship breakup? The one nobody prepares you for? The one you knew was coming but somehow didn’t see at all? Yeah… those hit with the same sting as that middle school boyfriend who said “we’re better off as friends” and then never looked in your direction again. Nobody talks about how a friendship can fall apart without one big, dramatic explosion. Sometimes it’s two people slowly

Not everything feels thankful this year, but grace? Grace is carrying me through. Here’s your reminder to give yourself some too.

I bought a new (to me) car on Friday — and I was so excited. Nothing was really wrong with my old one, except it had high miles, no warranty, and I drive a ton for work and life in general. So when I found a newer car that fit the budget, I jumped on it. I even made the fun Facebook post — the “look how far I’ve come” kind of moment. Almost four years ago, I was broken. In pain. Struggling just to get that first car. Now? Healed-ish. Less pain. Happier. Getting the new car fe

So here’s the gut punch… My 20-year marriage ended because my husband simply didn’t want me anymore. Twenty years. Just… done. That kind...

Today’s my birthday. And normally, birthdays are my Super Bowl. I love them — the cake, the attention, the excuse to demand gifts wrapped...

Picking myself up—again—when the heartbreak after divorce cut deeper than the vows that failed. Nobody really tells you this part:...

Let’s Get One Thing Straight: You are not mean. You are not selfish. You are not “too much.” You’re just done setting yourself on fire...

Because you’re tired, touched-out, and one group text away from a full-blown meltdown. So… You’re Fried. Not just tired. Not just “I need...

I know what I’m supposed to say. Self-care is important. Take time for yourself. You can’t pour from an empty cup. Blah. Blah. Burnout....

I had every intention of hitting August like a vision board warrior—goal-set, healed, and hydrated. Instead? I’m crawling into this month...

A love letter to the ones still healing from what can’t always be seen. Not all scars are visible. Not all bruises fade in a week. And...

For most of my life, I was told I was too much. Too loud. Too emotional. Too opinionated. Too “extra.” So I did what many of us learn to...

Whew… this weekend? Rough. The kids have been at their dad’s for a week, and while I miss them like crazy, those first few days after...

I’m grieving my mom. And I’m also grieving the relationship I never had with her.