I was having a conversation with my niece and sister yesterday when my niece boldly told my sister that she had “gotten soft.” I laughed because I, too, have been accused of going soft in my parenting journey. My oldest son once told me that I was way tougher on him as the firstborn than... Continue Reading →
For most of my life, I’ve lived in survival mode. As a little girl, I was molested by a family friend, someone who took advantage of my family’s kindness and my innocence. That moment became a turning point, the beginning of me building emotional walls and learning to always stay on guard. I didn’t feel... Continue Reading →
Some weeks, showing up feels heavier than others. Grief doesn’t follow a schedule — it creeps in when it wants, lingers longer than you expect, and makes simple things feel impossible. This week, I didn’t feel like writing. I didn’t feel like doing much of anything. But I showed up anyway. Not perfectly. Not boldly. Just… honestly. I wrote a new blog post about what it means to keep going when you don’t feel strong. When you’re tired, but still trying. If you’ve been carrying loss, fatigue, or anything that feels too big for words — this one’s for you. You’re not alone.
Truly, She's Trying 