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Fall has always been my teacher in letting go.  It’s a season that reminds me how endings and beginnings often arrive hand in hand — that release and renewal are not opposites, but parts of the same rhythm. It’s been a tender few months since losing our beloved pet. Grief still moves through me in quiet waves, but I’m slowly finding my way back to writing and editing. This return has been gentle, slower than I imagined, but filled with small moments of grace and quiet gratitu

As we step into the final stretch of the year, it’s impossible not to feel the weight of what’s happening around us. The world feels...

As I begin editing the first draft of my book––I remember when everything shifted. I woke up in the middle of the night to a something...

When I worked at The Meadows, I remember teaching the concept of inherent worth and value to participants in the Survivors workshop—and...