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Ah, the Pringles can. A tall, slender symbol of snacking genius, or pure frustration, depending on who you ask. We’ve all been there: reaching for that last perfectly curved chip and realizing our hand is about to get stuck like Winnie the Pooh in a honey jar. You twist, tilt, and tap, hoping gravity and…

Today I found myself in one of the most uncomfortable places I’ve been in over twenty years…the bowling alley. Not just any bowling alley, but the one tied to some of the most complicated memories of my life. It was once owned by two people I considered my best friends. People I trusted. People I…

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.…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…