Healing often arrives quietly—like sunlight through the pine trees or the soft wind vibrating the strings on my harp.

Growing up in a home built on privacy teaches deep silence—and sometimes, self-erasure.

Here I sit, the day before escrow is set to close on the sale of my house.

It’s that time of year again — when I roll up my sleeve and prepare for my annual vaccines.

I love to walk.

I have been on a journey to find myself again.

I am a systems thinker and a cyclical thinker.

My house is in escrow.

I have a fairly new car that I leased in 2024. It’s a long story how I came to lease a car—it’s not something I love to do, but it is what it is.

Selling a home in today’s market can test anyone’s resilience.

I have never been one to just sit around and chit-chat about life’s happenings.

As I sit in bed this morning and write this blog, it is my hope that I can process all the places my subconscious went to as I slept last night.

Well, let’s take care of the frustration first…my house is still for sale.

I have begun to dream again; daydreams.

This week has been quite rewarding. I am motivated and excited.

I am home from Montana.

Hello! Well, I made it up to Montana and am staying in the same Airbnb that I enjoy.

Well, I left my home in Reno yesterday and hit the road for Montana.

Last week I shared with you that I had come across an article by Ethan Sterling in my newsfeed that really reflected who I am when it comes to being an introvert.

I am an introvert. Whether the trauma I experience deepened my introvertedness…if that is a word…I will never know.