Sometimes healing finds us when we’re not even looking. Join me on an unexpected journey of self-discovery — one that began with a funeral and ended with finding forgotten pieces of myself. Some journeys don’t start with a plan.They start with a phone call, a plane ticket, and a quiet ache that settles somewhere deep in your chest. I didn’t know this trip — this goodbye — would also be a beginning. I was traveling to my grandmother’s funeral, but I was also traveling back to

Dreams, Diners, and Conversations That Stay With You Have you ever found yourself sitting in a cozy diner in your dreams — the kind with warm light, soft chatter, and the smell of coffee and bacon in the air? You’re across the table from someone you love. Maybe they’re gone, maybe they’re far away. You talk, you laugh, you feel that deep comfort that feels both familiar and surreal. Sometimes, those dream conversations remind us of something powerful — that connection doesn’t

Her wheelchair didn’t fit easily between the table and the kitchen island. I finished helping her get ready for the day — the same routine we’d shared for months — brushing her hair, fixing her breakfast, and making sure the morning ran as smoothly as possible. That day, though, I was bursting with excitement. I had something to show her. The Mango. My new car.Bright. Bold. Orange. I couldn’t believe that I  — the woman who hated attention and proudly claimed the title of “in