Tag: resilience

• Throwing Words Into the Wind

  Apr 1

  Let me tell you a story…something I learned about myself, and only fully recently acknowledged. This won’t be a confession of weakness, nor a tale of courage or inner strength.… more ›

• The Longest Day – Sanitized, Signed In, and Socially Distanced

  Mar 25

  I’ve had long days before. I mean, who hasn’t. Everyone has a horror story or two about work, some more drink worthy than others. A friend and I were recently… more ›

• Out of the Dark to Find Me Again

  Mar 24

  So last night, I had a realization. Not one of those cinematic, lightning-strikes-the-soul kind of realizations. No dramatic music, no sudden gasp into the void. More like… sitting there, minding… more ›

• Dichoso El Árbol

  Mar 10

  Music. For most, it is simply entertainment. For some, it fills the silence. For others, it is just noise, or a distraction from what weighs on the mind. But for… more ›

• Like Therapy – No Appointment Required

  Feb 26

  Life is a journey—and what a messy, beautiful one it is. There are peaks that make you feel invincible, and valleys that make you question if you packed the right… more ›

• Still, I Walk 

  Feb 9

  There are many who move through the world carrying more than they reveal. You pass them every day—at stoplights, in hallways, in quiet moments of laughter that arrive right on… more ›

• The Noise of Learning

  Jan 29

  I used to think learning was supposed to be quiet.Neat. Orderly. Predictable. But in my world, it never sounded that way. It sounded like pencil scratches in the margins of… more ›

• Several Hundred Words Later

  Jan 27

  We’ve all been there. Not as heroes, not as villains—just as silent witnesses to someone else’s emotional eruption. That strange moment when you realize you’re no longer part of a… more ›

• Alone, But With Company

  Jan 27

  You can be in a room full of people and feel like the only inhabitant of a private planet. Not lonely—oh no, that would require longing—but singular, spectacularly self-contained. Sometimes… more ›

• Me, My Thoughts, and That Morning Cup of Joe

  Dec 15

  As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate the morning quite a whole lot more. Not the dramatic, cinematic kind—the kind you see in a travel magazine with the sunlight… more ›

• Being me…

  Oct 23

  The hardest thing about being me is forgetting how hard it is to be me. I wake, I move, I mend the cracks and call it progress. I joke, I… more ›

• Showing Up Matters: Even on Empty

  Jun 11

  For many, the day begins with a routine — a shower, a coffee, a to-do list. But for others, the day starts already behind. The alarm clock doesn’t mark a… more ›