I don’t recognize myself. I don’t know who I am in my career, I don’t know who I am in my marriage and I feel very, very lost. I do not have answers. I do not have direction. The only thing I am sure of is that there is too much on my plate and I don’t like how I feel most of the time.

Nothing is the same without her. It hasn’t been normal. It’s so distressing to want to call and talk to the only person who could understand. I can’t talk about it. I can’t write about it here. Because as much as I hate what is being done to me, I love her more. As much…

I’m realizing that this actually is forgiveness. This is love. Making space to try new things and to be kinder in my thoughts to myself is actually exactly what I need.

This chapter in my life is about self-discovery. I didn’t see it coming, but here it is, a full on wave of curiosity. A yearning to be creative and free from things that no longer fit me. I‘m going to sit on the ground and feel the grass brushing the palms of my hands –…

I am a very average 37-year-old mother of three kids. I’m married to a great guy, live in a nice house in a safe part of America. I’m a family lawyer by day and I practice at the firm I started four years ago. In my free time, I like to write. I never thought…

White privilege is realizing your children will have access and opportunities black children will not have – in the US and especially globally. My children are wildly privileged. They are growing up white, upper middle class, in a high net worth area with a stay at home parent. They want for nothing and literally mostly…

There are helpers everywhere. There are people who show up with cards (thank you Charlotte), and food (thank you Erin), and copious amounts of texts (thank you Jessie). There are people who look around and see what needs to be done. They roll up their sleeves and they get to work. How beautiful is that?…

I almost started to write that grieving stinks. I meant to imply something negative about how grieving feels. But therein lies the difference. Grieving is uncomfortable. It is definitely painful. But it is not, in itself, bad. It is important that in this time, just as in times of joy, I lean in to the…

They say human tears have different compositions depending on why the person is shedding them. This just confirms something I already know; all hurt is unique. This hurt doesn’t feel like anything that came before it. It’s such a slicing finality. My ears ring and my chest vibrates in the sudden cacophony of silence. I…