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There is something about spring that always changes the way I see the world. As the air softens, the light stretches a little longer, and the first flowers begin to bloom, I find myself noticing life differently. Not because the season itself has changed, but because I have. Each year seems to uncover a new perspective — a deeper appreciation for growth, for evolution, and for the quiet beauty of what continues to bloom even after difficult seasons. Mother’s Day arrives in th

Inspired by a Conversation with a Stranger There I was, standing in a pizza shop—waiting… and waiting… and waiting some more. I had tried one of those “schedule your pickup time” features (which, for the record, did not work), and found myself with an unexpected 30 minutes on my hands. I wasn’t angry that it wasn’t ready. I reassured them I was fine. I joked about the idea of a fresh pizza—not cold or greasy. All is good. But in reality, I was just glad to enjoy the moment…

What began as a letter to my eldest son on his 21st birthday became a reflection on motherhood, milestones, and the thread of love that carries through it all. Every milestone in my boy’s lives, I write them a letter. It started before they were even born. Then grew into something I wanted them to have long after the moments passed. Words they could return to. A way to hold time still. I save copies of each one in their life boxes, tucked alongside the artifacts of who they w

Fifteen years ago, I made a decision that would change far more than my career. At the time, I already had a career that I was proud of. I wasn't new to ambition, leadership, or hard work. But I was entering a very different season of life. I was a mom to a six-year-old little boy, and I was deeply intentional about the life I was creating for him. I wanted to give him a childhood filled with opportunity, stability, love, and memories. And I wanted to keep growing myself. At