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The holidays hold so much magic. And still, I noticed a heaviness begin to creep in this year, a familiar pressure that so many of us adults carry, beginning to settle into the hearts of my children. I watched my teenagers feel the unspoken expectation to exchange expensive gifts with their friends. And little by little, the joy of the season started to dim. When I saw that light fade, my heart sank and I knew we needed to choose differently. So I paused, and I got curious. I

Faith and fear are as much opposites as they are companions. Two voices present in my heart and mind at the same time. One quietly reminds of what could go wrong, while the other encourages me to look for what can still be redeemed. These voices exist side by side, shaping my thoughts in ways that are often subtle, sometimes significant, and always very real. There is faith in fear . The acknowledgment that fear itself is a sign of value. We fear losing what matters. We fear

I was talking to a best friend today, Heather. She’s a soulful one, she's one who drops truth bombs casually, like it’s no big deal and then carries on about her new puppy. But somehow her words often land as a guiding light for the next season of my life. I was admitting something sheepishly, fumbling through my own doubt, and she just said something like, “Look, we’ve all only done this once, Meadow.” And it stopped me. Because she’s right. This is my first time being this

What if things are actually always working out, even when it feels like they aren't? A close friend challenged me with this during a full-blown divorce-proceeding meltdown, and it stuck. The idea that I am always exactly where I need to be, experiencing what I need to experience, so that I can learn what I must learn, in order to become the person capable of creating the life I want is meaningful. Discomfort plays a big role in that. It isn’t a punishment, it’s information. I

Lately, I’ve been trying to focus on loving the people. Patience with my kids. Holding a lingering hug with my mom. Sharing a kind word...

There’s a ruthless sting in slowly learning how harsh life can be as you morph into adulthood. You start to find a rhythm in it, but it’s...

If we are lucky enough, we will choose to take responsibility for every single aspect of our lives. For that is where we can unlock the...

What if we saw love not as a transaction, but as a circle, endless, expansive, and ever-returning? Could that shift open us to offer love...

I believe in the power of starting right in the middle of the mess. The dishes in the sink, the text you haven’t answered, the existential dread you feel in the carpool line, or the stunned silence after your high school-aged daughter asks you how you ever figured out who you were, because you realize you're still trying. Maybe its the ache in your chest when you’re lying next to someone you love, wondering when the distance between you got so wide. The nights you question yo