Last week marked one year since everything changed. Since the moment when the shape of my relationship with my former partner shifted into something I couldn’t yet name.

This past weekend, I spent time in the desert with two of my closest friends. Turns out Joshua Tree is one of the most magical places I've ever been. We were lucky enough to be there at the new moon—no light pollution, just an endless stretch of daytime sky and nighttime stars. I wouldn't have thought of myself as a desert person given my love for water…

Embracing the Complexity of Our Stories.

In the classroom, I glanced across the table at my two children’s faces as the safety video played on the big screen. The throaty narration reviewed underwater hand gestures—silent signals to indicate distress, to call for help. Both kids watched, their gentle smiles and leaned-in postures making it clear: they weren’t afraid.

Last week, I was on a call with my business coach who’s supporting the creation of some future writing offerings, and she suggested that I broadly share my Substack via social media. My mind flitted on the idea of putting my writing “out there,” and a message came through with the fortitude of one of the afternoon storms we get in Colorado in the summer…