where angels go for a good time
I should be on a plane headed home from New York City; instead, I’ve spent the day here. All by myself in a rooftop haven overlooking Manhattan – just me, the blue sky, and the city below. I’m pretty sure this is where angels go to have a good time....a letter to my 30s: the calm after the storm
Dear 30s, This is our last day together. While many friends have fretted lately over leaving you behind, I have felt downright euphoric. Ready for a clean slate, a fresh start. Ready to ditch a decade that frequently felt like an uphill climb. But the closer...holy wow. what i found in my grandma’s gratitude journal
Oh, friends. I have so much to tell you, it’s hard to know where to begin. Maybe here: my Nana is gone. After 40 days in residential hospice, she passed away on Saturday morning. And though I know I’ll hear from her soon enough (she promised, after all, to...
what dying people see that most of us miss
I’ll never forget the day my dad cried over trees. A couple of months before he died, in 2011, we were sitting in the den of my parents’ home, him in his favorite leather chair and me curled up on the couch, looking out the big picture window at their...
it’s my “good god, i can’t believe i’m doing this” anniversary
One year ago today, I got brave and told the truth – knees knocking, voice quivering, angels dancing. And as soon as I let courage take charge, everything changed. Though I’d been posting stories here about my personal journey – from magical moments...
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