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

About Me

  • “Jesus, take the syllables. I can’t.”

    There I was. Sitting in the holy circle of folding chairs. Minding my own business. Things started out peaceful, as usual. We’ve got coffee, highlighters, people nodding with purpose, and a light sprinkle of “mmm-hmm” to let the leader know… Continue reading

  • Unwinding: The Bra Went Left, I Turned Right.

    Not a ritual.Not a wellness routine.It’s a date.Not with a person.But with the moment I take myself back.It’s how I shake off the world and return to myself.First things first:The bra.That thing comes off like it’s been holding me hostage… Continue reading

  • The Road That Flirted First

    We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading

  • “I Pulled Over for This? Not Every Stop Has a Scenic Ending”

    Some signs don’t scream—they sigh. This one? It didn’t flicker or blink. It just stood there. Faded. Proud. Tired. Still trying. The Lazy S Motel doesn’t offer much anymore. No continental breakfast. No keycards. No concierge to smile at your… Continue reading

  • “Do Not Disturb: I Don’t Do Haunted”

      I’m the kind of girl who loves old things. Old books with scribbled notes in the margins. Old houses with creaky floors and clawfoot tubs. Old soul music playing through a crackly speaker. I even love old hotels—with their… Continue reading

  • Before My Feet Hit the Floor

    Today began like a soft morning hymn—no rush, no alarm. Just me, stepping into the light of a second chance. That’s the first thing that brings me happiness every single day: the chance to try again. Maybe I missed a… Continue reading

  • The HOV Lane to Heavens Kitchen

    My favorite restaurant isn’t defined by cuisine or white tablecloths—it’s defined by craving. And not just for food. It’s the kind of place where, the moment I walk in, someone nods like we’ve done this dance before. Where the vibe… Continue reading

  • The Most Fun Way to Exercise: Closet Confessions and the Poultry Olympics

    If anyone ever asks about my fitness routine, I’ll smile politely and tell them it’s a highly specialized blend of deep squats, lateral lunges, and high-speed sprints. But the truth is—it’s just called living my life. It usually starts with… Continue reading

  • The Ones I Brought Home

    Some people ask what book I could read over and over again. But I don’t just read books—I greet them. Walk into my house and you’ll see what I mean. They’re everywhere. Perched in corners, cradled in crates, stacked with… Continue reading