Thoughts

I've had a realization: in just six months, I'll be turning 30 – and yet my own body still feels like a mystery.  And not the fun, "whodunit" kind of mystery, you kn…

We started coming to the cottage six years ago. An island on the lake. Just the four of us. It was never meant to be a tradition. At least, I don’t remember deciding it w…

This is not about my body, instead it is an ode to it. A prose of appreciation for all that it has been through, all I have been through to see it now through gentle, app…

Having lived by the ocean for much of my life, I’ve always felt a deep pull toward the water. Afternoon swims, sailing with friends, and, most of all, surfing; it’s where…

Growing up, I was lucky. Not just in the big, obvious ways – though there were those, too – but in the quiet, sacred ones. The kind of luck that looks like a parent readi…

In a world that is quickly evolving, the relentless pace of change often demands our constant attention. Whether you are taking a short break from work — often spent scro…

This story deals with difficult subject matter. I didn’t always know what to call it. The constant undercurrent. The pull toward done. What I now understand as suicidal i…

Let's talk about the myth of the working parent. For many of us, especially women, the message has been consistent since childhood: you can have it all. A meaningful care…