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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…

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.…

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…

I got an email today with the energy of a motivational speaker who just discovered emojis. “How to Stop Procrastinating in 30 Days FREE Webinar is LIVE, First Name! LET’S GO!” (First of all, rude. My name is not First Name. But okay.) Now listen—I wanted to click that link. I really did. But here’s…

I’ve sat back and watched a Remarkable Sister step into a new season, boldly, selflessly, and with so much grace. As I’ve watched her life through social media, I’ve seen her accept a new role. Her husband, with quiet strength, gave up the business he built from the ground up so they could move closer…

There are just some days I don’t want to. I don’t want to shower. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to cook. I don’t want to get dressed. I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to work. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to answer…