I was falling asleep a couple weeks ago, my husband away for the night, and I was in that liminal space right before your body...

It’s hard to explain the feeling of being woken up in the middle of the night to a loved one in crisis, contemplating suicide. There’s fear and adrenaline mixed with helplessness, on both sides of the line. June is Men’s Mental Health Month, and I’ve been thinking a lot about the various men throughout my life who’ve struggled with mental health including suicidal ideation. Some are no longer with us. These aren’t weak men. They were (and are) kind, loving, and smart. They of

I’ve been on a jam streak lately. Jars and jars of it. I’ve traded school books for recipe books. Self-employment is sticky, smells like rhubarb, and involves a nap a day. Sometimes, I feel guilty for not sitting at a laptop for nine hours. Shouldn’t I be hustling more? Marketing more? Wearing something with buttons and brushing my hair? I catch myself blurting out, “Oh, I’m still working! I’m very busy!” to anyone who asks. But really, it’s just different now. After years o

I generally like to keep blog posts short- but I got all riled up! Happy reading. I’m a passionate person, and it has its perks. When I’m fueled by something that I’m curious about and it aligns with my values, I become driven and committed. I want to share my learnings with others, my ‘aha’ moments. I’ve been told that my enthusiasm can be catchy and fun (wheee!), and I hope that it builds connections with others so that together we can create change and do great things. I’m