Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. Dear Reader, Seven years ago, I was traveling for work when my phone rang with the call every daughter dreads. My mom was being rushed to the hospital. Her cancer was back—in her heart this time. She might not make it through the night. I felt completely helpless. And so, so scared. Our relationship wasn't healed yet. I wanted more time. Before that phone call, I used to take 3 or 4 trips a year—following whatever called to me. An...
20 days ago • 2 min read
Support for women ripening into their second bite of life. All growth emanates from a place of rest, Reader. Every time we work for love and belonging, we betray the principle that makes growth possible. We hustle for worthiness. We better ourselves to exhaustion, believing transformation is something we earn through effort. That if we just try hard enough, we'll finally arrive at the life—the self—we're meant for. A seed doesn't work. A baby doesn't, either. They do not do; they rest, and...
27 days ago • 2 min read
A December blessing for Reader. May you remember that knowing yourself is radical workin a culture built to keep women pleasing and preoccupied. May you notice when your reflex is to do the practical thing —the thing that won’t rock the boat,won’t place a burden. May this month be a time of listening. Listening beneath the exhaustion, the sleepless nights,the unanswered messages, the caregiving,the life lived in service to others. Listening beneath the expectationthat you should have it...
about 1 month ago • 1 min read
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...
about 2 months 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...
2 months 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...
3 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...
3 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...
3 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...
3 months ago • 1 min read