Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Dear Reader, This is a love letter to the courage it takes to show up for yourself and your calling when every old pattern would rather you stay where it’s safe and familiar. Growing into our deep work takes time — and a fierce kind of wherewithal to keep finding our way. My own call — to ignite a revolution of midlife women who know their values and their value — has been a slow becoming. It’s taken me years to claim it without...
18 days ago • 2 min read
Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Hi Reader, As I’ve been telling people about an upcoming trip—the dates, the location, the solitude—I keep hearing myself say the same thing first: “I feel guilty…” I feel guilty planning a solo trip.I feel guilty spending money on my own growth.I feel guilty my husband and daughter will have to figure it out without me.I feel guilty the retreat inn is so lovely and the shoreline close enough to taste the salt. Guilt is such a fluent...
about 1 month ago • 2 min read
Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Hi Reader, Have you seen the betrayal list trend floating around? People naming all the ways life betrays them — the “urgent” email that lands at 4:59 p.m.,the day off that fills with chores,the moment you finally sit down… and someone hollers your name. It’s funny — but something about it catches in my chest. Because underneath the chuckles, I feel a deeper wish: a collective longing to name what’s hurting,to stop pretending we’re...
about 2 months ago • 1 min read
Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Hi Reader, One of the sweetest (and most humbling) parts of parenting a tween is remembering what it’s like to be uncensored. To lean into being the most annoying version of yourself, just for laughs.To shout, “Watch this! Watch this! ARE YOU WATCHING THIS?” as you throw your weight into another handstand.To fall in love with a song and play it loud — over and over. Watching my daughter live unfiltered reminds me how far many of us...
2 months ago • 1 min read
Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Dear Reader, This week, I found myself at my sewing table, seam ripper in hand. Hearing the satisfying pop, I paused mid-stitch as a quiet curiosity whispered: Was this experimentation, or perfection? My latest creative project -- making new yardage from old fabrics laying around the house. The moment felt oddly familiar—like being that little girl again, pressing too hard on the crayon, slipping past the line, heat rising as I wanted...
2 months ago • 1 min read
Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Dear Reader, Lately, in my group coaching circles, there’s been a shared hum: A hundred days left in the year. You can feel the world revving up—countdowns, checklists, that familiar chorus of not enough time. But the women I work with? We’re choosing another rhythm.We’re clapping back at the frenzy, and tuning our ears to something older, wiser—a hymn that whispers: there’s still time to tend what matters. And, we're returning to one...
2 months ago • 1 min read
Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Dear Reader, Friday night I walked through the hospital doors with a visceral thought:shhh… it’s okay, you’ll be mothered here. I’d been sent to the ER to rule out “the scary stuff” behind sudden vertigo.Not how I imagined kicking off a weekend. Last year I came to this same hospital weekly for iron infusions. And strangely—I loved it. Not the needles or the fatigue, but the care. The nurses knew my name. They tucked warm blankets...
3 months ago • 1 min read
Support for women ripening into the second half of life. Dear Reader, I was on the phone with a friend recently, circling together around how life feels right now. We talked about how my mother’s terminal illness has been the backdrop to my whole adulthood. When my friend asked how that was shaping me now, I paused, searched for a word, and heard myself say something about recalibration. I’ve been turning that word over ever since, trying to put language to the shifts inside me. My mom’s...
3 months ago • 1 min read
Midlife isn’t a crisis—it’s a wild, holy becoming. I'd love you to share this message with a friend, feel free to forward. Dear Reader, There’s a woman I talk to before almost every big decision.I call her Joy. She’s my inner mentor. She first appeared years ago, when I was on my knees from chronic burnout—begging for life to be different but having no map for how to change it.At first, she was only a whisper. Now, she’s a constant. Everything Joy does is artful and soothing. She wears...
4 months ago • 2 min read