As a parent, few things in life matter as much as the health and well-being of your child. While dedicating time and energy to supporting their physical health is important, it is equally crucial to spend time nurturing their emotional and psychological health. The emotions children experience in their early developmental years lay the foundation […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













Your mental state is often a reflection of the world you live in. Though this is not always the case, people battling with anxiety, eating disorders, depression, or other mental health disorders often have some aspect of their life that feels hopeless or out of their control. It’s important to recognize that this aspect may […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













Anxiety isn’t like nervousness. Nervousness is an emotion that arises when you are faced with a challenging or intimidating situation. Though it may be all-consuming in the moment, it fades soon after the situation has passed. This is in stark contrast to anxiety, wherein feelings of anxiousness linger even when an intimidating situation is not […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













According to the National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Eating Disorders, approximately 30 million people in the United States suffer from anorexia nervosa, bulimia, and related eating disorders. Despite their relative prevalence, many people know very little about eating disorders and the intense challenges they cause. In my online counseling practice, I spend a […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













“Good things come to those who wait.” “Nothing good comes easy.” “Be patient – it’ll be worth the wait.” These words of wisdom have guided us for years. We grow up hearing phrases such as these that remind us to be patient and not to “rush the process,” but in today’s fast-paced digital world, it […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













As a culture, we Americans tend to place our celebrities on high pedestals. We make it our business to know everything about our favorite celebrities’ business, and we are quick to believe the superficial judgments the media passes on those currently in the limelight. We often fail to recognize the heavy burdens that come from […]
It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













Maintaining a positive self-image and strong mental health can be challenging for anyone. However, members of the LGTBQ community often find that their mental health challenges are compounded by their orientation. If you are struggling to determine your sexual identity or facing discrimination for your sexual orientation, studies suggest that you may be more at […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













If you’ve ever owned a pet, you’ve likely experienced firsthand the endless entertainment, love, and joy animals bring into their owners’ lives. It may not come as a surprise, but pet ownership has been proven to improve mental health. Studies show that caring for a dog, cat, or other pet has wonderful impacts on the […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













If you are currently in your teens or twenties, you are in an incredibly formative time of your life. You’re learning something every single day, and the experiences you have now will shape your life for years to come. Your romantic experiences and relationships will be especially impactful. Unfortunately, statistics show that as many as […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













Grocery aisles are adorned with chocolates, sweetheart candies, and countless other goodies. Radio stations, billboards, magazines, and television are flooded with advertisements for Valentine’s Day specials. Everywhere you look (and listen), you are reminded that Valentine’s Day is only a few days away. What Do You Think Of Valentine’s Day? If you’re like most people, […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













Have you noticed yourself feeling unusually gloomy, sad, unmotivated, blue, foggy, glum, tired, moody, or downright depressed during the last few months? Before you blame yourself, your family, your friends, or your job for your less-than-positive mood, take a moment to consider the impact of Seasonal Affective Disorder. What Is Seasonal Affective Disorder? Seasonal Affective […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.













When you think of counseling and psychotherapy, what comes to mind? Traditionally, psychotherapy consisted of going to a counselor’s office, sitting or lying down on a comfortable couch, and pouring your heart out to your counselor. It was your counselor’s job to not only listen to your struggles, but to also ask you relevant questions […]


It's been a while!
I relaunched my business. And most importantly, I showed up for what matters most—even when no one was watching.
My world was already shattered after losing Jim in 2017, but on May 8th, my sweet SassyGirl passed away, causing it to shatter in so
many new ways.
If you know me, you know she wasn’t just “my dog.” She was my shadow, my heartbeat, my constant in a world that rarely stays still. She was also another connection to Jim.
I left one piece behind when we left Colorado - the place he loved so much and so proudly helped me love and call home.
And I lost another as Sassy crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went from my arms into his.
That’s the only peace I found. Knowing they’re together again ❤ watching over me (and Dallas, and of course, Denver, too!!)
I put Sassy first when we got to Michigan. It wasn’t about adjusting or exploring. I wasn’t about me or work or meeting people. It was
about Sassy and making sure she was as well adjusted as possible.
That was never a question.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would lose her this year. Her decline was rapid! But this isn’t about her pain….
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a
new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps
me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with
Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the
truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even
when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day,
especially when it’s hard.
So other’s know that they don’t have to wear the masks. That they don’t have to prioritize the world’s comfort above their own.
That takes energy that can better be used simply surviving.
This blog is the first page of my next chapter.
If you’ve been with me through the podcast, the posts, and the newsletters, thank you. You’ve seen the in-between. You’ve witnessed the
messy middle. And now, I’m bringing it back to my favorite place, the written page - not to rehash the past, but to write what’s next.
So here’s my question for you as I return to my page:
What part of yourself have you been too busy living life to write down?
Not because I don’t care about you. Not because I haven’t had anything to say – but because I was living the words before I could write them.
Since last year, life has been full of deep endings and brave beginnings. I relocated back to Michigan.
Grief doesn’t pause for convenience, and neither does love.
Dallas, my youngest (and now, somehow, my oldest), has stepped into a new role of her own. And little Denver—full of mischief and magic—keeps me on my toes in ways only little dogs can.
I’m learning so many lessons. Every day!! And sharing the stories with Sassy and Jim. Every night.
These transitions haven’t just shaped my days—they’ve reshaped me.
So no, this isn’t about starting over. It’s about starting again.
With more clarity. More conviction. And the same core mission: to tell the truth loudly and proudly about grief, healing, and mental health, even when it’s hard. To show up as my authentic self every single day, especially when it’s hard.












