Have you ever looked at your financial credit report and feel personally attacked? Like, dang, Experian, you didn't have to expose me like this. I mean, you miss one lil' payment in 2017 and suddenly your whole reputation is in the streets. But here's the thing nobody told me: Healing your heart, your boundaries, your sense of self-worth? Baby, that comes with an Emotional Credit Report - and let me tell you, mine used to look like it had been through the Great Recession,

Over the weekend I told myself I was going to clean out my closet, and let me tell you - it turned into a full-blown spiritual experience with a side of shade. The truth came tumbling off those hangers! I found pants I've been lying to myself about. Dresses I've been keeping "just in case I lose 10 pounds and get invited to something fancy." I pulled out a blazer and thought, "Wow I remember who I was when I wore this." That girl was in survival mode. Smiling though chaos.

This weekend I did something wildly grown-up. I hung curtains for the very first time! Not the sheer ones that just look pretty but don't actually do anything. I mean the real-deal, thick, blackout curtains - the kind that block light, noise and the occasional nosy neighbor trying to peep your business through the blinds. Let me tell you it was a process! There was a ladder. Screws that refused to line up. There was a moment where I had one foot on the windowsill, the othe

There is a particular kind of heartbreak in learning your body can no longer do something it was once expected to do. Especially when that thing is bringing forth life. It messes with your identity, your femininity and your sense of control. Then there is a silence that comes after the doctor says, "You won't be able to have anymore children." It's not just quiet - it's the kind of silence that settles into your bones, into your prayers and into your future plans. A silence