After spending two weeks with my parents during their holiday visit, I came to two very clear realizations.

I’m not interested in declaring this “my year,” setting lofty resolutions, or pretending I’ve arrived somewhere shiny and complete.

I would be lying to myself (and to you, the reader) if I said I haven’t thought about my friendships a lot lately. It’s consumed me, actually.

Boundaries sound so clean in theory. Draw a line. Say no. Protect your energy. End scene.

I didn’t expect my marriage to get rattled in the seasonal aisle of Canadian Tire, but here we are.

I never imagined a book about waiting would feel so relevant to me, but When the Heart Waits kept meeting me where I am.

Earlier this month, on a Zoom call with my therapist, I told her about something I’d already started working on. I was excited to share it.