Someone I love was separated from her husband. She is a friend and former neighbor of mine. She was also my son's nanny for two years when he was a baby, so this isn't another headline to me. This is a woman and a family I know.

As I shuffled through the stack of envelopes, I noticed a letter addressed to my then boyfriend, with a return address and female name I did not recognize. You bet your ass I opened that letter.

For six years, I'd been living with a constant tension between what I thought marriage was from my own experience and what I wanted marriage to be. I assumed marriage was hard- for everyone, therefore I subconsciously looked for evidence that proved my assumption.

She asked "Why aren't you wearing any flip flops in here? You're going to get a fungus! And it's easier to carry all your stuff with a shower caddy." I responded, "I don't have money for those things." And she said, "It's like less than ten dollars where you work." I was too embarrassed to respond so I didn't. I just thought to myself, it's either a shower caddy or ez mac.

I was on fire for Jesus. I believed that if Heaven was real, and Hell was for eternity, it was my responsibility to tell as many people as possible about Jesus. I couldn't bear the idea that they may burn in Hell.

The Cost of Trying to Do Everything Perfectly From the moment you wake up, you’re already managing the day. You have your coffee in one hand, your checklist in the other. Getting kids up, fed, dressed, and out the door. Trying to take care of yourself somewhere in between… if there’s time. Then work.. emails, appointments, problem-solving, staying “on.” Maybe skipping lunch. Maybe calling it a handful of snacks between tasks. Then it all starts again. Pick-ups, homework, dinn

I can't tell you what to do.. and I definitely can't make you do anything. But I can explore the options in front of you- some of which you may not have conisdered- and help you narrow down the list so that you make a choice that feels the best in your situation.

You may hear the term “trauma therapy” and assume your experiences don’t count. But what if I told you that trauma doesn't have a "type"? Early childhood experiences can register as traumatic even when someone else may have experienced something similar and not had the same response. We're going to explore this together and this will give you permission to evaluate your experiences with a trauma-informed lens. And if at the end, you feel you have experienced trauma, or if you

Most of the women I work with don’t look like they’re struggling. They've read the self-help books, they listen to affirmations, they are successfully paying their bills and making sure their kids get to basketball practice, (or hockey if you're like me)- and on the surface, everything looks fine. But when they reach out to me, they let me know that sometimes their stress keeps them up at night. Sometimes, they become so overwhelmed, they hide in a bathroom and cry. Sometimes