Lately I’ve noticed a phrase appearing more often. “I don’t follow politics.” Usually said casually.Sometimes proudly.Often as though it reflects wisdom rather than withdrawal. I understand the impulse. Politics can be exhausting.The news cycle is relentless.Everyone seems angry.Many people are overwhelmed, overworked, raising
There are seasons of life when we become convinced that everything needs to change. The job. The routine. The friendships. The house. The city. The schedule. The wardrobe. Possibly the spouse. Definitely the throw pillows. We tell ourselves that if we could just rearrange enough of the visible pieces, the
Memorial Day arrives every year with two personalities. One wears red, white, and blue paper plates and smells faintly of sunscreen and grilled hamburgers. The other stands very quietly in the background. One says: summer is beginning. The other says: remember. And perhaps the most human thing about us is
This may be the most universally shared American trauma no one is discussing. Somewhere between inflation, political collapse, and the price of eggs… lurks the public restroom toilet paper dispenser. A device clearly designed by a man who has never once needed toilet paper urgently. There comes a point in
This morning my husband and I sat on the porch drinking coffee and doing something that has apparently become a revolutionary act in modern America: We talked to each other. No television humming in the background. No phones in our hands. No endless scrolling. No one multitasking. Just coffee. Morning
As I continue writing my books, I find myself learning far more than I ever expected — not only about the world around me, but about myself. Writing has become a form of excavation. Sometimes I begin with an idea I want to explore, only to discover that beneath it are
People sometimes assume writing was a dramatic pivot from my corporate life. As though one day I stepped out of conference rooms and spreadsheets and suddenly discovered creativity waiting for me somewhere in the distance. But the truth is much simpler than that. I’ve always been creative. Creativity just
There is a question I heard recently that has stayed with me. If one group truly believes itself superior… why must it work so hard to restrict another group? It is not a comfortable question. But history rarely is. Because when we look honestly at American history, we find a
I want to ask you something and I need you to answer honestly. When was the last time you had a conversation that went absolutely nowhere? Not a networking conversation. Not a productive exchange. Not a discussion with clear takeaways and actionable next steps and a tidy resolution that made
Friday Before Mother’s Day — A Real Conversation About What We Carry There’s something about the days leading up to Mother’s Day that makes us pause. Not the commercial version. Not the flowers and brunch reservations. The quieter version. The one where memories come forward uninvited. Where we
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from doing too much. It comes from feeling too much. The noise. The outrage. The constant pull to stay informed, react, respond, stay vigilant. I live there too. Every day. And yet—somewhere alongside all of that—I’ve
There are seasons when life asks very little of us. And then there are seasons—like this one—where it quietly asks for discernment. Not reinvention. Not urgency. Just… better choices. I’ve been thinking lately about quality of life. Not the glossy version. Not the curated version. The real