seeing what is silent, hearing what is unseen
You weren’t born to perform. You weren’t created to spend your life proving your worth, fixing yourself to be more lovable, or bending into shapes just to keep people close. You are not a project to be improved so that one day you’ll finally “deserve” love. You already do. If you’ve grown up with rejection,…
Read moreSome pain doesn’t just pass with time—it sits in the body, tucked beneath the skin, showing up when you least expect it. That’s how the betrayal felt. Like a sharp crack in a branch I thought was sturdy. Like the wind changed suddenly, and I was left exposed. Divorce or separation isn’t just an ending—it’s…
Read moreFor so long, I thought beauty was a checklist—something fixed, something I had to measure up to. Society handed me a set of rules: thin here, flawless there, perfect smile, perfect skin. But that kind of beauty feels cold and empty. It leaves no room for realness, for the messiness and the magic of being…
Read moreWhat I care most about teaching my children isn’t blind obedience to rules or rigid beliefs. It’s kindness. Real, everyday kindness. The kind that shows up in how they treat a classmate who’s struggling, how they speak to someone different from them, how they treat themselves when they make a mistake. Dogma demands conformity. It…
Read moreSelf-acceptance doesn’t mean settling. It means meeting yourself where you are, without shame or pressure to be anywhere else. It’s standing in the mirror—physically, emotionally, mentally—and saying, “This is me. Right now. And that’s okay.” You don’t have to pretend to be healed or whole or finished to be worthy of love or belonging. You…
Read moreIt’s unsettling to realize how openly some religious leaders have warned against thinking too much. Martin Luther — one of the most influential figures in Christian history — once called reason “the greatest enemy that faith has.” He even said, “Whoever wants to be a Christian should tear the eyes out of his reason.” Imagine…
Read moreI used to think I had to prove myself to belong. To earn rest, softness, joy. To be liked enough. Quiet enough. Small enough—physically and emotionally. Somewhere along the way, the world convinced me that space was something granted, not something already mine. But the truth is simple. I was born with space. I didn’t…
Read moreThere’s a strange pressure in parenting to always have the answers. To be the rock, the guide, the all-knowing figure. But the truth is, I don’t have all the answers—and I’ve stopped pretending that I do. When my child asks about life, or death, or fairness, or why people hurt each other, or what happens…
Read moreI don’t parent by guesswork or guilt. I parent with intention—guided by what we know about children’s brains, bodies, and emotions, and rooted in deep care for who my child truly is. Science gives me the foundation. It tells me how kids learn through play, how their nervous systems react to stress, how connection builds…
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