The Dancers at the Barre in the Back

Why going back is sometimes the way forward

The answer I didn’t want to hear

But exactly what I needed to keep going anyway.

"I miss the noise.”

Four words from a neighbor that I've carried with me for almost 15 years.

Saying goodbye to my daughter's beloved (and loathed) Pink Princess Castle at the dump brought unexpected tears. A reflection on letting go of kids' toys, honoring past chapters, and making space for what's next with a nod to Marie Kondo. 🤍

At a photography conference in San Diego, everyone was chasing the same shot. The photo I loved most was the one I found when I walked away. 🤍

Sitting in Parking Lots

Sometimes it takes years to walk through the door. 🤍

For five years I sat in the parking lot and drove home. This is the story of what finally got me through the door.

No Perfect Room 🤍

Virginia Woolf & the Recycling Bin

On writing in the spaces you have, not the ones you imagined

My TV Debut Aired at 1am

On hand trucks, pancetta, and learning that being comfortable on a stage isn't the same as being comfortable on a television set.


💌 The Shoebox Love Letters


On long letters, short attention spans, and why I’m still writing anyway.

I froze at the edge of the high dive.

About the fear that stops us…and what happens when we finally jump.

The business card my mom never handed out

…and it quietly said everything.

Where GOOD. BEGIN AGAIN. really began

A Thursday ritual, a quiet teacher, and the phrase that shaped my life.

I’m beginning again.

A note about starting over, one small step at a time.