There’s something powerful about coming back to therapy after time away. Almost three months passed before I finally walked back into that space, and I knew exactly how much I missed it. It was hard not going. If you’ve ever had to step away from something that helped keep you grounded, you probably understand that ache. Therapy isn’t just something I do—it’s something I genuinely love. It’s where I get to show up as I am, without masks, without pretending I’ve got it all tog

We grow up dreaming about love. The kind we’re told will sweep us off our feet, fill the empty spaces, and last forever. We imagine romance, partnership, and someone choosing us every single day. But no one really prepares you for the love of being a mom. It doesn’t arrive with grand gestures or perfect timing. It arrives quietly, wrapped in responsibility and awe, and somehow becomes the strongest love you will ever know. It’s the kind of love that rewrites you—mind, body, a

My I said what I said blog usually waits until Friday—but this one couldn’t. I’m too mad. Too frustrated. Too tired of watching the same ugly patterns repeat themselves while people pretend nothing is wrong. Now let’s talk about the Super Bowl—because clearly, as a country, we are still refusing to learn. Somehow, in a nation that never shuts up about freedom, unity, and equality, we managed to do something wildly embarrassing: we segregated the Super Bowl. Again. Because a g