As I gaze into the mirror, I can’t help but wonder—how did time fly by so fast? The woman staring back at me has a few more lines, softer skin, and a body that tells the story of years lived fully. But inside, I still feel like her —that curious, adventurous, sometimes reckless version of me who believed the world was wide open. It’s funny how the outside changes, but the inside ? She’s still ready for a little trouble. It’s a common midlife realization—our bodies age, but ou

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

Kindness. It’s one of those words that gets tossed around like confetti — beautiful, well-meaning, but often forgotten when it comes to the person in the mirror. You determine kindness’s meaning. It’s how you  choose to show it. Kindness can be empathy, acceptance, kind gestures, or thoughtfulness. The possibilities are endless — and entirely yours. We usually think of kindness as something we give  to others. A smile. A helping hand. A “you’ve got this” text to a friend. But

I think I have always had a stock of lotions tucked away in a cabinet somewhere, but lately… it’s borderline obscene. Every time I open a drawer or peek into a shelf, I see rows upon rows of bottles — body lotions, face creams, specialty potions for every conceivable part of me. The thing is, it takes forever  to use up a single container. And yes, there’s a very real possibility that if I passed this collection on, one person couldn’t possibly make a dent before it expired.