Lately, I’ve been thinking about a recent blog post where I shared that I want to live a life that would make my eight-year-old self smile and my eighty-year-old self proud. Last night, though, something new—and deeper—settled into my heart. The life I truly want to live, the legacy I want to leave, is one that would make my fifty-year-old granddaughter smile… and feel proud. A life that shows her you can make mistakes—and start over. And start over again if you need to. Tha

by Honey There’s a show on Netflix called Soulmates . It’s built around the idea of a scientific test that can identify your one true match — your perfect person. Watching it made me wonder… if love could be proven in a lab, would that make it easier, or harder? Because even in the show, people still missed the ones they’d chosen themselves — the person their heart had already decided on before any test could. I think that’s because love isn’t math. It’s energy. It’s timing.

There’s a kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from losing someone — it comes from realizing they never truly showed up for you in the first place. It’s the moment you see, with crystal clarity, that love isn’t supposed to make you feel small. It’s not supposed to make you hide your joy, silence your voice, or rearrange your life around someone who refuses to even slightly bend for you. Love — real love — doesn’t hide. It celebrates. When someone consistently proves that you’

Sometimes closure isn’t a conversation — it’s silence. When someone who broke your heart still tries to disturb your peace, remember: they’re just reminding you how wise you were to let go. Sometimes life gives us reminders of what we’ve already outgrown — a message you’ll never read, a number that still lingers in your phone, or the faint digital echo of someone who once mattered. It happened again — a text sent, then unsent. A whisper from the past that vanishes before you

True love always finds its way home. Even after the quiet seasons, it remembers. It returns — not as it was, but as it’s meant to be — tender, steady, and new. Real love — the kind that’s meant to last — isn’t a fairytale or a fleeting spark. It’s the kind that deepens over time, that weathers change and still chooses tenderness. It’s not perfect, and it’s not without its growing pains. But when it’s real, it’s worth every ounce of care you pour into it. The right partner wil

(A reflection on loss, love, and the gift of life) The night before my brother died, I wrote about how beautiful and fragile life is. I didn’t know it then, but my heart was writing me a message for the days that would follow.” 🌿 A reflection on loss, faith, and the quiet grace of continuing to choose joy. On April 21, 2023, I wrote a piece that began, “Life is messy — oh, but God, it’s beautiful.”  I didn’t know it then, but I was writing to my own soul. The very next morn

When you finally look back with clear eyes and see that someone’s choices were shaped by their own mental and emotional struggles, compassion begins to grow where anger once lived. It becomes easier to forgive when you understand that what you experienced wasn’t always intentional cruelty, but rather the product of someone who was never able to meet life as it is — right here, right now. Some people live suspended in the past. They scroll through old photos daily, reliving mo

Some songs don’t just play — they linger. They hum softly in the background of your heart, looping through the quiet moments until you finally stop resisting and let the truth wash over you. For me lately, that song has been Now and Then  by The Beatles. “And if we must start again, well, we will know for sure…” That line always catches me — because I did start again. With him. And I was sure. Sure that I loved him, sure that what we had mattered, sure that love would be enou

October 7, 2025 It’s funny when you couldn’t care less where someone moved—because really, all that matters is they moved away from you. It’s funnier still when you couldn’t care less if they’re spending time with someone else, because the truth is, they aren’t spending their life with you—and that’s what actually matters. And yet, even when you’ve found your peace and stopped asking, they somehow find a way to poke you. Right when you’re enjoying a day that should belong onl

There was a time when he had all of me. I loved him entirely. I was his to lose—and he did. Whether it was because he didn’t love me,...

Living in the past means not allowing yourself to move forward into the life that’s waiting—or even to savor the sweetness of today. You...

Here’s to the kind of love that looks you straight in the eye, takes your hand, and says—finally. 💫

The right person won’t make you question your worth or settle for less than you deserve.

Recently, I listened to an Oprah conversation about family estrangement — the quiet, aching kind that so many families carry silently. She spoke about the loneliness of it, the confusion, the hope, and the unexpected ways people sometimes find their way back to one another. Her words stirred something deep in me, because I know that path. I’ve walked it tenderly, and I’ve healed from it. In April of 2022, my relationship with both of my children went silent. What followed wer

Tonight at Post House, I had dinner with a friend and enjoyed the most delicious butterbean burger. To my surprise, they even brought out...

There’s something so attractive about a man who takes the lead with confidence. A man who doesn’t waste time hiding behind texts, but...

Some people spend a lifetime searching for “the one”—that person who makes the ordinary feel extraordinary, who can make you laugh until...

If you ask a physicist what the most powerful force in the universe is, they might say gravity. After all, it keeps the planets circling...

Sometimes the places we walk bring us face to face with our past—and with the lessons hidden in it. This weekend reminded me not only of...

I am ready to love and be loved. God is preparing my partner and preparing me, and in His perfect timing, our paths will meet and our...