June 26th was International Day Against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking. Since the month of June is also PTSD Awareness Month, let’s talk about PTSD and drug use. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is a life-altering diagnosis. You probably think of veterans when you hear the term. But PTSD is more common than you think, […]
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?
What’s wrong with me? It’s summer and everyone is happy but I’m stressed, depressed and overwhelmed. Sound like anyone you know? Maybe you’ve been there yourself. And it’s Okay! We live in a world that avoids uncomfortable conversations. And that makes everything worse. So let’s have the conversations. Life is full of ups and downs […]
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?
Emotional health is a priority. We need to stop sweeping things under the rug. You know what I always say…. Silence is the enemy. My podcast The Be Ruthless Show has a recurring theme: damage is done when we continuously sweep things under the rug and avoid talking about our emotions. It’s important to […]
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?
stress management We live in a world that glamorizes being stressed. It’s like a badge of honor, and it begins early in life. My 11 year old niece said to me recently, “Aunt Sam – can I call you back? I’m really stressed out right now.” 😂 While adorable and amusing, it’s also rather alarming. […]
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?
Adopt the anti-hustle Are you constantly hustling and pushing only to burn out and crash before getting back up and repeating the cycle? We live in this fast-paced go, go, go world where we have normalized and even glamorized, pushing through exhaustion and overwhelm. . As a result, people are unaware that taking healthy, planned […]
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?
Let’s talk about laughter! Laughter really is the best medicine, and here’s why you should find what makes you laugh and incorporate it into your daily routine … Research shows that if you sit and laugh for a long time, you will stimulate endorphins, which minimizes or ultimately gets rid of pain because the brain […]
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?
From living with an invisible chronic illness to using mindfulness tools to navigate anxiety and painful triggers, these inspiring stories will leave you feeling less alone and more confident to be you, without fear of judgment. Mourning the Life That Was, An Episode Honoring Chronic Illness Grief doesn’t look the same for everyone. Most people […]
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?
When I look around, I see lights everywhere. I see couples holding hands. The air even smells festive. But the fact of the matter is, people everywhere are struggling in different ways. What they have in common is that they mostly sit back and observe, not wanting to disrupt the festivities. I’m here to let […]
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?
The holiday season is in full swing, and many of even the strictest dieters have thrown caution to the wind. We’ll pull ourselves together and begin eating responsibly again after January 1, but until then there’s no harm in eating whatever we want… right? Unfortunately, this may not be the case. Studies have shown that […]
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?
Though similar, anxiety and stress are two very different psychological issues. People who are stressed sometimes try to compare themselves to people with anxiety, but anyone who has ever experienced chronic anxiety knows that the two will never be the same. In my practice as an online mental health counselor, I have worked with several […]
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?
Stress is considered one of the most alarming modern epidemics in America today. An increasingly large percentage of our population is suffering from chronic stress, and our culture is beginning to suffer for it. In attempt to counteract this growing trend, April has been designated National Stress Awareness Month. During these thirty days, your online […]
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?
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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?