5 Things I Learned from Tacos

Ever the daughter of an educator, I tend to digest experiences through lessons learned and, just like you can learn a lot from a culture through their culinary history, what I’m taking away from my time in Puerto Vallarta really boils down to tacos.

Beginning of the End

Someone recently said that fall is the start to a 3-month exit. My birthday falls around Thanksgiving so I tend to not think of it as an end, but as a beginning for a new season, a new year, new lessons, new opportunities. But it is an end, isn’t it? Even the colors I marvel at — the yellows and browns on the crunchy, fallen leaves — that’s death in nature; an exhale to green life well-lived.

Little Black Dress

I spent the morning trying on black dresses in preparation for a funeral I don’t have details for yet. The pending service is for a 35-year old woman I’ve known for 10 years. As I pulled a zipper here and adjusted a waistline there, all I could think about were those numbers. My mind drifted…

Little Lucky

One of the things about social media is that there’s always some sort of bandwagon on which to jump, some hashtag to follow, some challenge in which to participate. For the second year in a row, I’ve proudly declared myself a participant of #The100Day Project. (Between this and reading 100 Days to Brave, it’s like…

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

When I was younger, there was a series of Saturday night shows on the Nickelodeon channel branded as SNICK. It kicked off with the R.L. Stine-inspired campfire story show, Are You Afraid of the Dark? I loved the unexplained mysteries and the way the storytellers portrayed bumps in the night. I may or may not have planned…

Who Needs a Map?

“The lies still come. Sometimes they are a whisper when I am walking onto a stage, sometimes they are a quick cut when I see a picture of myself, and other times, they scream. They scream in a way I cannot describe – they are constant and vulgar and violently unkind. And when the lies…

Speaking Life

I am lucky. Throughout the highs and lows, the experiments, the discoveries, and everything in between, I’ve had amazing support. One of our clients has turned into a good friend + accountability buddy. Thinking of gym visits as joyful movement has helped alleviate the dread of exercise, but still – in my quest to find…

See Brave, Say Brave

365 days. One year. I remember waking up on January 5, 2018 to a phone call from my mom. It’s unlike her to call so early (especially since she knows Nashville trails Atlanta by one time zone), so it felt important. With my heart plummeting to my stomach, I sleepily answered the phone and asked her…