They said 5 to 7 days for results. By the eve of day six, I was already googling average turnaround times and what they might mean. Living in the unknown somehow felt worse than getting the actual result.
This day, many years ago, my heart broke. It was sudden. There was no goodbye. Too much left unsaid. At that point in our lives, we were all trying to be adults, young, stubborn, chasing independence.
**Author's note… I wrote this while I was still in the middle of reconstruction, and I've kept it in the present tense on purpose. It's exactly where I was at that moment, and I wanted it to stay honest instead of tidied up with hindsight. 🚨 ONE THING BEFORE [...]
Leadership isn't about perfection; it's about being real and flexible. Learn how to anchor your "why" and lead through change with resilience and purpose.
We are constantly evolving. Some changes come through conscious choice… others through unforeseen challenge. But all of it… the beauty, the mess, the edits, the growth… shapes who we become. In this reflection, I explore how our past selves inform our present, and how the [...]
Stress and forgetfulness have a way of showing up together — especially when life refuses to slow down. The Drop-the-Ball Days: Why Stress Brain Is Worse Than Pregnancy Brain My daughter finally goes back to school after a week of hand, foot, and mouth sweeping through the classroom. Victory! I get her there, only to realize I've forgotten her bag. Back home I go, and then back to school to drop it off — before even heading to the office.
Stress and forgetfulness have a way of showing up together — especially when life refuses to slow down. The Drop-the-Ball Days: Why Stress Brain Is Worse Than Pregnancy Brain My daughter finally goes back to school after a week of hand, foot, and mouth sweeping through the classroom. Victory! I get her there, only to realize I've forgotten her bag. Back home I go, and then back to school to drop it off — before even heading to the office.
Finding grace in the middle of life's little messes Flipped Waffles and a Broken Brush This particular morning was not my shining moment. Far from it, in fact. Moving the morning routine along takes a kind of mental energy that's hard to quantify. This morning though, when my daughter [...]
A reflection on writing for children, grief, and meaning. How words help us make sense of loss, identity, and belonging when they matter most.
What Am I Committed To? As my breast cancer journey continues to unfold, I’ve found myself searching for real, tangible ways to support my healing… physically, mentally, and emotionally. Here’s the thing. I’ve never been great with the word diet. Just hearing it makes me want to rebel before [...]
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