A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

Sorrow may shape you, but it doesn’t define you. 

There are moments in life that change everything. Moments we never see coming, moments we’re not ready for. Some of them leave us breathless with wonder. Others crack us open. 

What follows is a letter I once wished I had received—and now as a w...

Everywhere you turn these days, there’s a cause asking for help.
And truthfully, most of them are worthy.

It’s easy to feel torn—pulled between compassion and fatigue. The need is endless, the world feels heavy, and even with the best of intentions, we can’t do it all.

That’s why giving, for me, ha...

Have you ever noticed that some people older than you energize you - and some much younger drain you?

It's something I've bee thinking about lately. I've had conversations with "elderly" women that left me feeling lit up, and alive, like I could take on the world in good lipstick and a killer handb...

When my husband turned 65 last week, we celebrated with a West Coast cruise. (Yes, I robbed the cradle—he robbed the grave. We call it even.)

It was everything I needed and nothing I expected. I told myself I’d get a little work done between ports. I didn’t. I sang and danced instead—more than I...

That’s what I find myself whispering when I see pumpkin spice lattes and Halloween displays popping up already. Not yet. Finally, after a summer that was more raincoat than sundress, the sun has shown up and I’m holding onto these hot, golden days as long as I can.

This summer, I poured my energy i...

This morning, I stood in front of the mirror - barefaced, barefoot, seventy. I paused. Not to critique. Not to smooth or fix or second-guess. Just to witness.

And what I saw looking back at me wasn’t the younger version I once tried so hard to maintain. It wasn’t the face I remember from old photos...