To both of my dads—the one who gave me life and the one who gave me everything else—I carry your lessons in my bones. I carry your love like armor. I’m who I am because of you. And I’m thankful for that every single day.

No curated playlists. No matching sets. Just breath, gravel, and whatever mood the river’s in that day. Rio Park doesn’t care if I’m tired or torn open. It just lets me show up anyway.

You don’t realize you’ve fallen in love with a city until it starts loving you back. Not in dramatic, fireworks-over-the-river kind of ways, but in the slow, quiet details. In the routines. In the tiny nods of recognition that only come with time.

Let me tell you something about waking up at 40 and realizing you’ve built a career that pays the bills but starves your soul: it’s not a graceful epiphany.

It’s strange how absence has a sound. You don’t hear it until it’s deafening—until the familiar background noise of someone’s presence goes quiet and you’re left sitting in the echo.

There’s a kind of magic that lives in the early hours—the kind you have to earn by crawling out of a warm bed before the sun even remembers it has a job to do. It’s quiet here.

It’s Easter weekend!! What’s everyone getting up to?

Let’s talk about small victories. Not the highlight reel, not the “just closed a $250k deal from my laptop in Tulum” nonsense.

Some mornings just come at you swinging. Today was no exception. Mine started with the usual chaos: slept through my alarm, stepped on...

Today you turn 12. That sacred age where you’re officially too cool for cartoon band-aids, but still occasionally need me to remind you...

It always starts the same. I’ll be half-listening, half-scrolling, and he’ll say something like, “So, you seeing anyone lately?”

Just a quick look at the news, and it's obvious there's a ton going wrong in the world. It's no wonder it can feel totally overwhelming.

I met someone a while back, and I really like him. Like, really like him. He’s funny, kind, and makes me feel like I can be completely mysel

Today, I am choosing gratitude. Not just the kind that comes in fleeting moments but the kind that settles deep into my bones, grounding me.

Ah, life in your 40s—a beautiful mix of wisdom, humor, and the occasional mystery ache

Stepping into a new career at 40 was a wild ride, filled with excitement and uncertainty.

It made me laugh, that men actually wonder what mysteries lie beyond the sanctity of the women's bathroom door. Little do they know about...

Have you ever been so engrossed in watching real-life crime stories on screen that you couldn't look away?