I remember when I used to be her touchstone.

My heart continued to palpitate for hours afterward.  Our conversation felt so familiar; we used to understand each other well.

This week has been full of peak moments and happy news.  Joy has been my drink of choice.

If I had let the negativity just be what it was, I could have moved through it with more grace.

She was excited for a weekend at home, and the stillness that was sure to meet her there.

If you are preparing yourself to be disappointed, are you seeing what is truly in front of you?

We gave her a name that fits her perfectly. 

Every day I vacillate between feelings of serenity and overwhelm.  Writing everything down helps, but I can’t shake the suspicion that I’m forgetting something.

Words to live by.  Somehow she knew what they would come to mean to me.

The more I practice speaking my truth, the easier it gets.