A reflection on love, loss, clarity, and the quiet courage to begin again Sometimes healing doesn’t come with fireworks — it comes in quiet moments, like watching snow fall outside your window and noticing that your heart is finally telling you the truth. This is a story about love, loss, clarity, and the gentle courage it takes to choose yourself again… even when part of you still aches. It’s for anyone learning to let go with grace — and hold onto hope with both hands. Ther

There are days that feel full in the very best way—full of laughter, movement, fresh air, curiosity, and love. These past few days visiting my granddaughter have been exactly that. Yesterday, when my daughter and son-in-law stepped out for a night alone, I had my girl all to myself. We went on a long walk through Brookhaven, wandering into a greenspace where families gather and children run freely. We played, explored, and soaked up that easy joy that only comes from being ou

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

With my hair appointment coming up this week, I’ve been thinking about how I want my cut and highlights to carry me through the four trips I have planned over the next two months (I’ll hardly be home!). I’ve been reflecting a lot on my hair lately — how quickly it’s grown, how soft and full it feels, and how, for maybe the first time in my life, I can honestly say: I truly love my hair. And that hasn’t always been the case. And perhaps I’m also thinking about how healthy it i

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 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

There’s a sweet spot between science and spirit — the place where we stop analyzing life and start feeling it again. When I wrote The Science and Spirit of Connection, I was thinking about how our energy attracts what we give off — how connection, whether with people or with purpose, isn’t random but magnetic. But lately, I’ve been thinking about what comes after that connection — what happens when we start living like we actually believe in the energy that lights us up. Beca

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’

Today, my son and I rode in Lowvelo , a bike ride to raise awareness and money for cancer research. I don’t spend much of my time revisiting thoughts about my own cancer survival, but I do realize that I’m one of the lucky ones. And because of that, I try my very best not to take this life of mine for granted. Today’s ride didn’t make me think about what I don’t have—it made me think about what I’ve let go of . My blood sugar behaved beautifully (small victories matter!). Be

By Honey Discover how a newly uncovered Aegean land bridge and a breakthrough in quantum matter remind us that life’s paths—like the earth’s—shift, submerge, and resurface, leading us toward rediscovery, resilience, and wonder. Just because something was hidden doesn’t mean it was lost. There’s a quiet astonishment that comes with realizing the world still holds secrets. Just when we think we’ve mapped it all—the continents, the constellations, even the corners of our hearts—

I don’t know how long I’ll be single — but I do know what I’m waiting for. A man who chooses me, not because it’s easy, but because it’s right. A man who stands firm in his truth, unshaken by fear or the opinions of others. A man who’s my best friend — playful, passionate, and alive with curiosity. One who can’t stop being silly, who finds wonder in the little things, and who still wants to explore everywhere with me. I want the kind of love that steadies the heartbeat and qu

The Louvre’s historic 2025 jewel heist — how it happened, what was lost, and why it reminds us that history, like love, is fragile.

Science now confirms what we’ve always felt in our hearts — that love doesn’t just lift our spirits; it shapes our biology. From healing heartbreak to living longer, connection truly is the secret ingredient to health and happiness. The Heart Knows Before the Science Does True love never really leaves us. Even when it ends — even when it’s unreturned — a piece of it remains tucked quietly within us, woven into the fabric of who we are. That’s what our hearts are made for: to

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

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

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...