My Word for 2026
A college retreat leader once told me: don't anticipate, participate. I wrote it down and forgot about it for fifteen years. Then I got sick, and making things with my hands became the only place I could actually be. That's when I finally understood what she meant.
6 Lessons I Am Still Learning About Loving Myself Better
I'm left-handed, and for years I kept bumping my elbow into the person next to me at the dinner table. Eventually someone told me I was allowed to just move over. I think about that a lot. This post is about six things I'm slowly, imperfectly learning — about taking up space, failing, asking for help, and showing up for the people I love.