On a whim one February night, I got this tattooed on my upper thigh. It’s a line from a poem that has really stuck with me over the past six months. Thoughtful in my words. Passionate in my actions. Simple, yet really important. It’s who I have always thought myself…

It has been over two months since I became an orphan. (Is it dramatic to call oneself an orphan at age forty? Probably. But I got my drama honestly. I got it from her.) Grief sits beside me like the guardian angel I didn’t want. Hovering. Lingering. Walking next to…

It has almost been three weeks since my mom died. And time….she is a motherfucker. Time is supposed to heal, but the longer we get away from when my mom was breathing the same air as me, the worse I feel. I don’t believe in the word “fair.” Nothing is…

5 years I have always said that time heals but maybe not with grief. There is not a heal. But there is a soften. The waves still come but instead of a red flag warning, maybe they are just orange. My girl asks about you why are you a red bird…

It’s here. The big 4–0. And I am damn excited to turn 40! Time heals. Time can cure. Time is a beautiful tool and so I will never rage against time when it comes to my age. …

I saw a poll on LinkedIn the other day about whether someone who is interested in selling should major in sales or just get experience. It really had me thinking. As a big proponent of college education, I expected my initial advice would be to get any classical education you…

I have been trying to talk to my 4 year-old daughter about the election for the past month. Unfortunately, when she (and her brother) hear “president” they scream “What is it, Mommy! What did you get us?” “President” is a tad too close to “present” and they have one-track minds. …

The past two weeks have felt sluggish. It’s Groundhog’s Day over and over again. Wake up, workout, kids to daycare/school, put on comfy pants on the bottom and professional look on top. Head upstairs to what used to be a guest bedroom but now also serves as my office. Work…

Human. Kind. Be both. — — — As we approach May, and our economy may start to slowly reopen, I recognize that social media will be a platform for protest, emotion, anger & passion. But if this next phase is anything like the first, it is going to get personal…