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...

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...

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...