My mom, the universe, and the regret I finally set down

This week I joined a summit where author and grief therapist Claire Bidwell Smith shared a li...

What this season is quietly moving toward...

The light is leaving earlier now.

You feel it before you can name it. The pull toward inward, toward qu...

You're driving along, mind on nothing in particular, and a thought drops in.

Call your mom.

Not a feeling. Not a voice. Not a vision. Just a clear, ...

A while back, I had a session with a client who was deciding what to do with her parents' home. It was the house she grew up in, still full of their f...

Some things only become possible after loss.

Waffles on the deck, a trip to the local garden center together for a special plant, a home-cooked meal ...

Thinking back to the first day of 2026- it was a foggy cool day in the Pacific Northwest, perfect for taking a brisk walk then enjoying a hot cup of t...