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Saltwater, Sunscreen, and the Sweetest Days of All
There are perfect days, and then there are beach days with your kids and grandsons. The kind that imprint on your soul forever. It starts with the chaos, of course. The cooler won’t close, someone forgot the towels, and there’s sand in places sand should never be. But somehow, even in the mess, there’s magic.…
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The Easy Way Out: Complaining vs. Embracing Change
Change is one of the few constants in life, yet it’s also one of the most resisted. In organizations, in families, in relationships, and within ourselves, change is rarely embraced with open arms. Why? Because it’s uncomfortable. It’s disruptive. It forces us to look at things differently, shift routines, let go of control, and sometimes…
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Learning to Love the Person in the Mirror
There’s a version of this blog I could write that sounds strong, confident, and healed…but that wouldn’t be honest. The truth is, some days I struggle to love the person in the mirror. We hear a lot about “self-love” these days. It’s in books, podcasts, sermons, and social media quotes with pretty fonts and pastel…
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To Every Woman Who’s Ever Wondered If She’d Make It
There are moments in life that leave you breathless…not from joy, but from heartbreak. Moments that shatter your plans, shake your confidence, and make you question whether you’re strong enough to keep going. I’ve been there. I’ve stood in the middle of a storm I never saw coming…facing judgment, betrayal, deep loss, and the kind…
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Riding Shotgun (and Sometimes the Mower
Earlier this week, I told my husband if he needed help knocking out some of his lawn care jobs, I’d be willing to tag along. Sometimes, it’s just nice to sit on a mower and not worry about anything. You can throw your phone on focus mode, only allow calls from your kids (the important…
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The Sacred Art of Doing Nothing: Why a Friday Night TV Binge Is Sometimes the Best Therapy
There’s something absolutely magical about a Friday night when you don’t have to be anywhere, prove anything, or say yes to one more demand. After a week of meetings, emails, checklists, emotional labor, and the hundred invisible things we carry, the idea of curling up on the couch, grabbing the remote, and hitting “Play Next…
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My Story Isn’t Over
I didn’t get this tattoo because it’s trendy or cool. I got it because I’m alive. And for a long time—I didn’t want to be. The cross and semicolon on my arm tell a story. The cross represents my faith. The semicolon represents a pause in a sentence that could’ve ended—but didn’t. Together, they’re my…
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I. AM. TIRED
There’s tired…and then there’s TIRED. I’m not talking about skipping a few hours of sleep or having a long day at work. I’m talking about the kind of tired that sinks into your bones. The kind that no nap can fix. The kind that feels like your soul is running on fumes, your brain is…
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What Happens After Empowerment
I sat in a room filled with 124 remarkable women, and for the first time in a long time, I felt it too. I felt seen. I felt inspired. I felt like I belonged, not for what I’ve survived, but for the strength I carry because of it. That room carried something powerful, something sacred.…
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The Ball, the Road, and the Workplace
Today I spent the afternoon with my grandsons and my youngest bonus son, and like most days with kids, it turned into a masterclass in human behavior. We were playing outside when one of the boys kicked the ball a little too hard, sending it rolling across the road. Of course, my youngest grandson, determined…
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