The Blog

There’s a unique kind of love that enters your life not when you're thriving, but when you're still healing. 

 This is for that love—for the person who saw me in the midst of my pain and stayed anyway.

I was still carrying the weight of a relationship that broke me, and somehow, in the middle of all that, you showed up. This is my offering of gratitude and forgiveness—for how I showed up during our time together, and for the way we eventually had to let go.

We weren’t the most perfect match. ...

I have never been a good enough ally or activist. Never been a good enough, present-enough, stand-up, show-up-enough person. I’ve been too busy—too focused on my own unbecoming, my own unwiring. I have been present in my own healing but absent as a voice for those who need one. I’ve been caught in what some may call selfishness—prioritizing my survival, moving out of fight-or-flight, healing wounds not just of my own making but those passed down through generations of women who had no choice but...

Writing for me has always been a mixture of sin and solace. As a child, it was a comfort—a safe place—until it became the only way I knew to express pain. My words were not met with understanding, but with isolation. Instead of being seen and heard, I was condemned. A child's plea for connection was perceived as an attack. And those who felt attacked never let it go.

Apologies were demanded, penance paid, but forgiveness was never granted. What should have been a moment of learning and growt...

 When Power Replaced Progress

There was a time when political dialogue carried a semblance of mutual respect. A time when, despite imperfections, leaders across party lines shared meals and engaged in conversations that carried hope for progress. It wasn’t flawless, of course. Humanity is rarely that. Yet, there were foundations of empathy and shared understanding that allowed for progress, even in the face of stark disagreements.

Today, we seem to have traded those moments of connection for s...