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Grace is a verb
Grace isn’t a passive gift—it’s a verb, asking me to meet others in their messy, beautiful humanity.
Indisposable
Cleaning my desk turned into a reflection on legacy—how the values passed down from my grandparents live on in the small, meaningful ways I care for the things I hold dear.”
See a penny, pick it up…
Sometimes a grimy penny on the sidewalk is all it takes to remind me that the Universe is cheering me on.
Mother’s Day
Some days I stumble, some days I overthink, but I write because it lights up my heart and reminds me I’m only human.
Holding Hands
Sometimes a hand squeeze says everything words can’t. Across generations, friendships, and fleeting moments, holding hands becomes a quiet way to say, “I see you, I’m here, I care.”
Driving
I couldn’t wait to drive, so I practiced in secret and barely passed my test. Each drive felt like freedom, even if it came with scrapes and nerves. In the end, the little victories made every mile worth it.
Multi-hyphenate
I don’t believe we need another word to justify our complexity. We are daughters, friends, creators, caretakers, thinkers—sometimes all at once. Our wholeness isn’t a trend; it’s simply human.
Ice Cream
I learned early that stubbornness can cost you more than you think—even ice cream. This memory still reminds me when it’s time to soften, not dig in.
Graduation Day
Yesterday felt like a graduation day—my graduation from worrying about trends and social media. I’m learning to honor my old soul while still stepping outside my head. Life feels lighter that way.
Lessons learned before their time
I watched Diane transition with quiet care at Kairos and carried those lessons forward for my grandmother—sometimes presence is the greatest gift. Being there, fully, matters more than doing. It’s a reminder to hold space and honor dignity when life nears its end.
First Impressions
I’ve learned first impressions aren’t always right. Sometimes it takes time to see someone’s true self, like my lifelong friendship with Jennifer. Staying open and patient makes all the difference.
Anticipation or Future Tripping?
Planning a family trip excites me like nothing else—it’s a puzzle of dates, meals, and adventures that keeps me present and joyful. Thinking ahead can feel anxious, but when I plan with care, anticipation turns into a positive charge that carries me through the days. Jo Ann’s wisdom about both sides of the emotional coin reminds me to stay grounded while dreaming big.
No need to reinvent
I ran into an old acquaintance in Trader Joe’s, and our conversation made me rethink the idea of “reinvention.” Maybe it’s not about becoming new, but about reimagining life with curiosity and joy. Reimagining feels lighter, more fun, and just right.
Eating Outside
I love eating outside, even if I’m not outdoorsy. Sun on my face, coyotes howling, ants on the table—somehow it makes every meal more alive. Maybe it’s time for a picnic.
Standing Still-Spaghetti on the Wall’s Origin Story
I never thought I’d love yoga or meditation, but now I crave the stillness. Between breathing, being present, and my Spaghetti on the Wall journal, I’m learning how to slow down—and finally notice life’s messy, beautiful ideas.
Fear & Attachment
I grew up surrounded by fear, but I chose bravery instead. Traveling to Liberia taught me that stepping into the unknown opens doors to connection, learning, and unexpected growth. Sometimes the scariest steps bring the richest lessons.
The world is a kind place
The world is a kind place. Even when life gets messy, I find steadiness in nature, art, and simple acts of connection. I choose to be the kindness I believe in.
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The Squishy In-Betweens
The squishy in-betweens are those tricky times after you decide what matters but before the work really starts. Tiny steps, movement, and asking for help are how I get through them. Procrastination and perfectionism will try to stop you—but small bites win.
Unschooled
Reading about Alanis Morissette’s unschooling made me think: what old rules am I ready to unlearn? I want to notice my choices, stay curious, and truly engage with life. Following convention no longer feels like the point—it’s about being present and awake.
Everyone is right at least once.
I have a wise friend who quietly teaches me life’s truths. Her latest: Everyone is right at least once. It’s a nudge to listen, let go, and soften our need to always be right.
Talk to Strangers
I love hearing strangers’ stories—on trains, in restaurants, at markets—it keeps me curious, connected, and open to the world.
Decision Making is Part of the Process
Decisions aren’t destinations—they’re part of the journey. I realized this selling my house: letting go felt easier once I trusted myself and shed everyone else’s expectations. Life is simpler when you choose what truly matters.
Inspired Decisions
I’ve been thinking about how we make decisions—my friend is a microwave, her husband a crockpot, and I wonder if we can all be insta-pots: clear, calm, and inspired. Urgency is often someone else’s agenda; importance deserves time, patience, and clarity. Asking simple questions can help you make choices that truly matter without rushing.