A reflection on the unseen work of healing–where self-compassion becomes the quiet practice of staying tender and whole.
Beyond Healing: The Quiet Practice of Being Kind to YourselfRead More


A reflection on the unseen work of healing–where self-compassion becomes the quiet practice of staying tender and whole.
Beyond Healing: The Quiet Practice of Being Kind to YourselfRead More

I learned to write “Done. Not perfect.” at the end of each Field Notes notebook. Those three words remind me that completion—not perfection—is what clears the path for growth.

September 11 anniversary–one mother recalls being seven months pregnant during the 9/11 attacks—holding grief, rage, hope, and life at once.

Pages from my notebook on the search for equanimity in the midst of a breast cancer diagnosis.

In the midst of rushing around during this joyous holiday season, there’s no better time than now to take pause and check in with what our bodies need.

Today is a mourning landmark for me because 16 years ago today, my uncle died.

Some days I just can’t take reading or hearing the news. I mean how many stories can a person take about #DWIJudge, or #dumb thingstrumpsays, or reality shows, or worse: reality.

Minutes before the start of my son’s soccer game, I cried. I gasped for breath when I read the news that Michael Patrick Lynch had died. Michael was the Irondequoit teen who was struck by a car while crossing the street on his way to school.
