Being highly sensitive means I see the subtle stuff—and being a people-pleaser means I try to fix it, even when no one asked.

Some grief doesn’t come from what we lost; it comes from what never got to be.

I plan and plan. Should I plan to not plan?

Can someone in their 40s safely learn to flip on the trampoline? I’m in the process of finding out.

Sometimes it feels like it’s me vs my kids. But their allies are the rest of the world.

I share an example of how I use chat GPT to consider different perspectives.

You probably know this already. But I didn’t.

Asking for bad ideas had another purpose I didn’t realize at the time.

We snuck one habit into our kids’ routines. Can we do it again?

Why do I want to pop the balloon?

Trampolines are good for connection?

A tool tell to help me know when to help.

A friend asked me about Buddha’s last words.

I share a song; a friend responds with a lesson.

I take a note from Dylan’s Outie from Severance.

A small thing I’m proud of.

The storyteller in my mind needs some writing classes.

My nose gets one whiff and I make an emotional u-turn.

Why my wardrobe has slowly gotten fancier…on average.

A poem about my mind and my body working out the emotions of my partner getting deployed for nine months.