“When I wasn’t looking, the best things found me anyway.”

About Me

  • The One Who Sleeps Through The Waves

    There are storms that roar in which I have no control, storms that roar like they have permission. Winds that arrive without warning, and my spirit asks quietly, “Lord… am I still safe?” But lately, I’ve been learning something in… Continue reading

  • I Don’t Fit Inside First Impressions

    “What’s the first impression you want to give people?” If I’m honest, I don’t think much about first impressions.Not because I’m careless, but because I’m a storyteller who knows that one voice is never enough to explain a whole heart.… Continue reading

  • No Brush Hair Day – The Declaration

    We, the unbrushed and unapologetic, hereby declare one sacred day each year to lay down our brushes. It’s about learning to like yourself even when your reflection looks like tangles, frizz, and cowlicks—just heads full of stories that refuse to… Continue reading

  • Live at Five: Paper Clips Are Vanishing (and Apparently, So Am I)

    Good evening, folks. I’m your host—reporting live to WordPress—bringing you the uninteresting news quietly shaping all of our lives. Tonight’s top story: paper clips. Yes, you heard me right. Those tiny silver heroes of organization are disappearing… one supply closet… Continue reading

  • If You Could Not See Me

    I watch the wind, not the rain.I am gentle but alert—the way a bird perches on a power line,still, but not unaware. You won’t know the color of my eyes,but you’ll feel them study you softly. If you could not… Continue reading

  • “What Gets Better With Age? (Besides Cheese and Comebacks)”

    They say wine gets better with age,  oh and cheese too, but truthfully, I’ve never been that patient. What I do know is that I’ve aged like a cast-iron skillet—seasoned by time, strong as ever, and still able to cook… Continue reading

  • Romance, As I Know It

    Romance, for me, is a living language.It’s not just affection—it’s literature.Spoken almost daily.Dramatic? Certainly. It’s love that arrives through inboxes, crosses time zones, drips across windshields, and flirts shamelessly from traffic lights. My romance is intentional—and that intentionality is understood.It’s choosing… Continue reading

  • “Retirement Isn’t Where I’m Going—It’s How I’ve Chosen to Stay”

    I’ve asked myself how I wish to retire—and instantly found myself blinking at the question. And still… the answer does not come. The world, of course, had no hesitation.It offered a checklist.A finish line marked by dollar signs,pastel oceans,smiling stock-photo… Continue reading

  • “Fuhgeddaboudit”

    Because “Fuhgeddaboudit” can mean: incredible, impossible, forgiven, or final—because sometimes one word is enough to say it all, without saying too much. Let me explain. I’m behind the bar in a burgundy velvet dress, wiping down a shot glass that’s… Continue reading

  • “A Notably Pretty Lie””

    “There are things which, though lovely in form, reveal themselves in time. For time has a way of exposing what appearances try to withhold: the truth that lies beneath.”   Not a firework.Not an elephant. Just a fry. It looked… Continue reading