Every day is a chance to begin again — to become a little stronger, clearer, and more intentional. These aren’t rules to live by, just rhythms that help you live well, body and soul. The goal isn’t perfection; it’s alignment. These are the things that make life feel balanced, beautiful, and full. Lift or move intentionally at least 4× weekly. Strength training builds longevity and confidence — but walks, biking, dancing, or play count too. Move your body in ways that remind y

by Honey — Lively by Honey There’s a quiet but powerful truth I’ve learned over the years: serving others fills you; pleasing others empties you. At first glance, they may seem like the same thing — both are about giving, helping, caring. But they couldn’t be more different in the way they feel in your soul. When you serve, it’s from a place of love and wholeness. When you please, it’s from a place of fear and need. 🌿Service Flows From Strength Service is a beautiful express

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

By Honey If you’ve been paying attention, it’s not your imagination — something extraordinary is unfolding in the world of longevity science. What once sounded like pure science fiction is steadily becoming reality: gene therapies  that may extend lifespan, artificial intelligence  uncovering new molecules to slow aging, and even mushrooms  — yes, humble mushrooms — revealing secrets that could help us age not just longer, but better. But before you start Googling “magic mush

(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 we live in fear of what others will think — of our choices, our lifestyle, what we do or don’t do — we quietly hand over the reins of our life. Instead of following the path meant for us, we begin living a version of life that’s designed to make someone else proud, comfortable, or content. The trouble with that is it disregards our  comfort. Sure, there’s a temporary sense of peace in knowing you’re keeping others happy — but it’s a false peace. Because those same people

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

Sometimes you just need a shift —from true-crime chills to golden-hour feels. A reminder that joy, like good music, never goes out of...

Learning to honor the woman I once was while celebrating the one I’ve become. Sobriety, strength, and grace led me home to myself.

Not every story needs embellishment. Some are powerful enough in their truth. The story of Bernice Worden is one of them. She was a...

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.

The mind is a masterful storyteller. It edits, omits, and rearranges until life feels more bearable, or at least more coherent. Sometimes...

Sometimes horror isn’t found in the dark corners of the world, but in the quiet corners of a family — where love becomes control and...

(by Honey / Lively by Honey) Scientists call them time crystals — strange new states of matter that repeat themselves endlessly in time,...

(by Honey / Lively by Honey) Lately I’ve been thinking about how, in families, cousins often seem to have babies around the same time —...

Have you ever met someone who seemed to live by their own rhythm — smart, funny, even charming in moments — yet somehow disconnected when...

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

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...

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