During this season, when so many stories are told and traditions are honored, I find myself thinking about Jesus simply as a good man who once walked the earth—someone who taught love, kindness, compassion, and care for one another. Regardless of belief, those lessons feel timeless and deeply human. The holidays have a way of inviting reflection. They remind us of people we have loved and lost, of memories that still shape us, and of the quiet lessons those lives left behind.

Sometimes growth doesn’t arrive with fireworks or passion or grand declarations. Sometimes it arrives as peace. As early mornings. As choosing a life that feels calm, intentional, and quietly full—without needing anything or anyone to complete it. I haven’t written here in a couple of weeks, not because I had nothing to say, but perhaps because I’ve been living in a season that feels quietly complete. I’ve been traveling. I’ve been home. I’ve been spending precious, grounding

This week is Hunger & Homelessness Awareness Week , and it’s a powerful reminder of how fragile life can be — and how lucky many of us are. Every day, I get to choose what I’m going to eat. A smoothie at home, something healthy I cook up, a little seafood treat, a pizza and salad ordered in, or dinner out with friends… I have the privilege of choice. So many people don’t. Countless people rely on shelters and community kitchens — incredible places like One80 Place, Hibben Uni

by Honey — Lively by Honey There’s a new show on Netflix called Billionaire Bunker , and the first time I watched it, I couldn’t help but think — isn’t this just a modern-day Noah’s Ark?  Only this time, it’s made of steel and silicon instead of wood and nails. Humanity, once again, trying to preserve itself from destruction, only this time with technology as the savior instead of faith. It’s fascinating how stories repeat themselves. From the ancient flood of Genesis to futu

Honey Learns the World I’ve always loved the idea that the world is connected — that even centuries ago, people found ways to share what they had, what they knew, and what they dreamed of. So this week, as I learned about the Silk Road, I realized it wasn’t just a trade route. It was the first great network of human connection — the original web, long before Wi-Fi. And maybe, in its own way, it teaches us something about the beauty of curiosity — that the more we share what w

This morning, as the moon slid toward the horizon and Charleston yawned awake, I took a nice walk and listened to Joe Rogan’s Halloween chat with Elon Musk. I laughed out loud at the unfiltered, goofy, “that’s-what-she-said” humor—because a real laugh is irresistible. It got me thinking: maybe the secret sauce isn’t just brilliance or grit. Perhaps it’s the childlike silliness we refuse to outgrow—the giggle that bubbles up and reminds our nervous system, “Hey, you’re safe. Y

Honey Learns the World There’s something about monks in saffron robes that has always fascinated me. Maybe it’s the way they seem so peaceful in a noisy world, or the stillness that feels almost contagious. Whatever it is, I’ve always wondered — what do they know that we don’t? This week, I set out to learn about  Buddhism  — not as a religion to convert to, but as a way of seeing life from a different perspective. And what I found feels like wisdom that everyone, regardless

Honey Learns the World There’s a name that floats through history books like a whisper — Genghis Khan. For most of my life, I’d heard of him but couldn’t have told you who he was or what he did. And recently, when I heard a podcast describe him as one of the most brutal men to ever live, I felt a mix of curiosity and disbelief. How had I missed learning about someone like that? Truth be told, I’ve reached a season of life where I love learning again — especially about the wor

By Honey 🐝 She stopped waiting to be chosen. She started choosing herself—at sunrise, in truth, and with grace. This is what it looks like to reclaim your power and rewrite your story. A reminder that coming home to yourself is the greatest glow-up of all. Sometimes becoming her again isn’t about changing at all—it’s about remembering. There was a time I forgot who I was. Then one morning, I remembered. “You don’t have to become a new woman to change your life. You just h

I’ve always loved words. Maybe it’s because I grew up playing Scrabble — that familiar clatter of tiles, the competition, and the thrill of pulling off a triple-word score with a word my brother swore wasn’t real. Words have always been part of the rhythm of my life — how we communicate, create, and connect. So one day, I started wondering: where did the word “blog” even come from? Honestly, I always imagined it stood for something catchy — maybe brain log  or brilliant log.

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There are stories that shouldn’t have to be retold — stories that never belonged to headlines or horror shows in the first place. Evelyn Hartley’s is one of them. On October 24th of 1953, fifteen-year-old Evelyn agreed to babysit for a La Crosse, Wisconsin family — the Rasmussens. It was a favor to a friend who couldn’t go that evening. The Rasmussens’ daughter was sleeping soundly upstairs when Evelyn disappeared into the night. When the parents returned, the house was dark.

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