It Helps to Know Someone Cares
How Better Communication Changed My Relationships and My Life
“When we avoid difficult conversations, we trade short-term discomfort for long-term dysfunction.” ~Peter Bromberg
Have you ever looked around at other people’s lives and wondered, “How do they do that?”
How do they seem so steady, so connected, so… together?
From where I stood, there appeared to be a certain kind of person—someone confident, kind, thoughtful, and at ease in her relationships. And because she enjoyed her relationships, she seemed to enjoy her life.
I was not her.
For a long time, I thought I was the “nice” one in my relationships because I avoided confrontational conversations. But …
What Letting My Dad Go Taught Me About Love
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.” ~Hermann Hesse
My dad was intubated, so he couldn’t say the words back to me.
I told him I loved him anyway.
Instead, he slowly pointed to himself and then to me.
“You love me too?” I asked.
His eyes widened ever so slightly, and he nodded gently, giving me the biggest response his body could offer. I held onto that moment like it was something solid in a room where everything else was slipping away.
It was the last moment we had together before
What Helped Me When My Life Felt Uncertain and Unstable
“Sticking with uncertainty is how we learn to relax in the midst of chaos, how we learn to be cool when the ground beneath us suddenly disappears.” ~Pema Chödrön
Evicted. The word stared up at me from the letter in my hands.
It was the summer of 2022, near the tail end of the Covid pandemic, when life was supposed to be settling back into normal—or so my husband and I had hoped.
I read the letter again. My chest tightened.
We’d always paid our rent on time. We’d never broken the terms of our lease.
Our landlord was selling …
Embracing Slow Growth: The Big Turning Point That Never Came
“It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day, that’s the hard part.” ~ BoJack Horseman
If you’d told eighteen-year-old me where she’d be at twenty-eight, she would have laughed nervously and changed the subject.
That was her move, by the way. Laugh it off. Deflect. Eat another biscuit.
She was the girl who cried in bathroom stalls and called it “being sensitive.” The one who said yes to everything because no felt too dangerous. The one who googled “how to be more confident” at midnight and then did absolutely nothing about …
The Simple “Analog Basket” That Helps Me Unplug
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.” ~Anne Lamott
You know that familiar routine: an exhausting day at work, a long commute, children, errands, messages, dinner, and notifications.
And then—finally—rest at the end of it all.
A soft, welcoming couch that curves in all the right places. A new episode of a beloved series that whisks you away to a rugged farm in rural Montana. And some short videos that make you laugh: AI-animated cats reviewing street food, influencers in wigs enacting the bickering of a married couple.
The flickering screens distract …
From Blending in to Belonging: My Journey Out of Self-Consciousness
“True belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world. Our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance.” ~Brené Brown
For years, I felt like I was always one step behind everyone else.
Not in a way I could prove. Not something visible or measurable. It was quieter than that—persistent, internal, and hard to name.
It felt like everyone else had been given something I missed. An unspoken understanding of how to move through life. How to talk without overthinking. How to walk into a room and feel like you belonged …
On Staying Light in a World That Feels Bleak
“Love life more than the meaning of it? Yes, certainly.” ~Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
When I was a child, there was a special moment during dusk when the old sodium lanterns switched on in the streets, morphing the world from one of saturation into one of yellow monochrome, and it always made me sad.
One such day, my dad asked me why I became so quiet during those evenings. I wasn’t sure what to answer—how did he not feel the same way?
The evening had just begun, and the ditch outside had started freezing. Looking through the window, I …
