Carving out an Intentional Life

Carving out an Intentional Life

In the last few weeks, I’ve heard the word, “busy” floated around several times. “I’ve been busy” is the common default answer – as if verbalizing the exact opposite is blasphemous. Busy has morphed into a non-word, much like...
Mourning Those We Have Never Met

Mourning Those We Have Never Met

On Thursday morning, I saw the headline in my feed about Prince’s untimely death. My mouth opened, I gasped out loud and said the word, “no.” The sound of my voice stayed in my office space. The next thirty minutes were spent trying to corroborate if...
The Ambivalence of Spring

The Ambivalence of Spring

Spring arrived yesterday. The pink petals caught my attention, highlighting the sandy, desert landscape. I glanced at the unfolding, the complicated layers and how the curves turn corners, disappear and reappear in another home within each petal. The blush of the pink...
I Keep Quiet

I Keep Quiet

The spotlight of grief crowds my pathway. I push it away. I ignore the cracking underneath my feet. The eggshells are only in my mind. No one else sees them. I am too tired to explain. This unnecessary thought, even though no one is asking. To grieve in silence masks...
Acknowledging the Melancholy

Acknowledging the Melancholy

The strokes of January felt heavy and the more I sought to fight it, a persistent irritation bubbled to the surface. There is no doubt (especially from those who know me the most) I tend to sink into periods of heavy introspection and reflection. There is a...

Ignoring the News

As a little girl, at about 7:30 a.m. in the morning, I’d open the front door, crack the screen to peer outside and determine if the newspaper had landed on our driveway. Listening, reading and watching the news constituted an important part of our daily lives...