My Blog

There are moments in life that do not arrive with trumpets. They come quietly, wrapped in a blanket, making tiny noises in the crook of someone’s arm. Then, without warning, they rearrange everything inside you. Becoming a grandma has been one of those moments for me. When I see my daughter and her partner holding their baby, my heart does something I do not quite have words for. It swells, aches, softens, and steadies all at once. I watch them learning the small language of

The first blog I ever wrote was called Mayhem. It was a description of the worst panic attack I have ever had.

As an adult, I noticed that being a so called 'extrovert' became fashionable.

Push for all your worth to get to the front of the line, be the one they pick by getting noticed.