Category: Personal stories

The rough, biting weather keeps me confined to the house, making me feel trapped. There’s something about the cold that creates a physical barrier. The longer the snow piles up…

There’s something humbling about the body forcing you to stop. It’s a reminder that rest is not optional, even when you have plans, deadlines, or life waiting to be lived…

As the year drew to a close, I found myself facing something I thought I had prepared for but wasn’t truly ready to experience. It’s hard to describe the weight of knowing something is inevitable…

No idea why I woke up hearing this song in my head. But somehow, Talking Heads’ song feels like the perfect soundtrack for the end of the year…

“Let it snow,” the classic holiday song plays on loop as if it’s trying to convince me that snow is something I should actually celebrate. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!” Yeah, sure, let it snow…

Exactly one week ago, I stood in the quiet embrace of the Burchfield Penney Art Center, attending a Remembrance event for Charles – or Charlie, as his family and friends lovingly called him…

I realize I’m a little late with this post – it probably should have gone out last Sunday since Veterans Day was on Monday. But it’s never too late to honor our veterans…

I’m not telling you anything new today: many outcomes in life lead us to feel sad, disappointed, or even hopeless. It’s during these times that many people unknowingly enter a vicious cycle…

Ah, almost Sunday again! The coffee’s brewing, the sun’s peeking through the window, and here I sit, fingers resting over the keyboard, waiting for my train of thought to pull into the right station…