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Midlife isn’t a crisis—it’s a wild, holy becoming. This is your invitation to experience midlife as it was meant to be: sweet, curious, delicious.
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...
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...