My mom and I have shared a vintage floral dress for years, passing it back and forth, but I have never been confident enough to wear it...

Mom and I were on our way to Olive Garden on December 22 (this would be the last time I saw her), and her phone rang. She checked it, and...

In recent months, my mom and I have been communicating much less. This was a good thing, and I will explain why in a later blog. On...

I had booked a massage, which felt utterly ridiculous. I get a massage once a month as part of my self-care plan, but I had just had a...

Last week, I crossed the street to check the mail. Bills. Coupons. Spam. Letter from the Archdiocese of Louisville. My heart sank. “Will...

My and Brad’s first argument was about one of my friends. We’ll call her Anne. Anne was upset about something her husband’s mother had...

Last July, I formally moved in with Brad. I would be lying if I said it was an easy adjustment for either of us. I am going to rewind to...

This morning, I was surprised to see a meeting invitation from Mark Hohmann, our chief financial officer, on my calendar. I called out to...

I read this the other day, and it really resonated with me: People don't always say I love you. Sometimes it sounds like: Be safe. Did...

A little background: Brad loathes social media, which is ironic, considering social media is a large part of my profession. Anyway, I...

Since I created my blog, I have had several people reach out to me to thank me for my “honesty.” But in hindsight, I haven’t been...

As a foster parent, I’d like to offer a perspective on why we should refrain from telling foster families to adopt their foster animals....

An hour after I published my last blog about how well I was managing my thoughts and feelings in the moments leading up to having guests...

My ship reparation requires daily maintenance. For me, that looks like consciously reframing a lot of my thoughts. For example, I...

For years, and perhaps my entire life, I have been a ship – a defective ship sailing across a large body of water. I selected the word...

Respectfully, I believe this process is ludicrous. I have no agenda to “contest” Tyler’s request for an annulment outside of my own...

During my divorce, I began dating way too soon. If you asked my best friend, my therapist, my parents, and my colleagues if I should have...

Last week, I talked about “mini victories,” but today, I’d like to talk about a big victory. The gargantuan of victories. I signed up for...

During my divorce, many women (and people in general, to be fair) failed me. Long story short, Tyler “collected” most of the friends. I...

If you are familiar with my blog, you know that “grace” is a reoccurring theme of mine. But today, I realized that grace doesn’t have to...