Updated on November 21, 2017
Here I am, sitting inside a coffee shop, and I can’t help but smile.
Life’s not easy, but right now, I can’t help but feel like this world is such a beautiful place.
Every time I seem to turn around, I see beautiful things happening.
Today, I had coffee with a friend who’s a community organizer and is doing beautiful work in Roseville, Minnesota.
Yesterday I was able to help my dad surprise my mom with a 40th anniversary party of when they met. I mean, how adorable is that?
Updated on November 20, 2017
Several months ago I was telling a friend about something difficult going on in my life and how I felt sapped of joy and happiness, and she made some comment about how being (genuinely) grateful can really help people find joy again.
I maturely responded with an internal, “Ugh.”
I keep hearing how important and powerful gratitude is, but does anyone else have a hard time believing it?
Plus, I haaate cliche phrases (ie: ?Have an attitude of gratitude!?). Most people
Updated on July 12, 2017
I have always envied the people who’ve known what they’ve wanted to do since they were young. Whether that’s being a dentist or teacher or family business owner.
How beautiful it must be to know what you want and to go after it.
I, on the other hand, have spent the past 30+ years of my life trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. And that’s largely because I want to try my hand at just about everything.
You can see that desire of mine in the list of jobs I?ve
Updated on April 14, 2017
I used to believe the world was my oyster, especially during my high school and college years. I was an optimistic, glass is almost always full kind-of-gal.
Beyond the usual torment of high school (friendship drama, puberty, trying to fit in, etc), I felt the four year requirement of high school itself was a barrier to so many good things in life.
There?s so much to do in this world! So much to see and explore, so many people to meet, countries to visit, and injustices that must
Updated on October 30, 2017
Whiplash and grief. These two words were given to me by my therapist on my visit to her office last Spring after I shared with her all that went down in my life the previous two years. These two words accurately described those tumultuous years. When I first arrived at my therapist’s office, I felt disoriented. Not lost but definitely at a loss.
Judah was 6 months old at this time, and I was still reeling from his unexpected presence in my life. I fell in love with Judah
Updated on November 9, 2016
I have a dear friend whom I knew for years before I ever learned she was a secret poet.
We’ve laughed together, cried together, raised our kids together. We’ve had deep conversations, hard conversations, and life-giving discussions. And yet this poetic side of her was always kept in the dark.
I don?t remember what made her send me one of her poems that first time, but I am so grateful she did. Not only because her writings are awe-inspiring, but because I was grateful