When I was 22, my mother dragged me and my sisters to a ceremony in Chicago. It was a sweltering day, traffic was hell, and we arrived dressed in skirts and jackets, crabby as all hell and completely resistant to whatever "woo-woo" concepts we thought we'd be subjected to.
Read MoreIt started with my hip—a nagging ache that seemed to appear out of nowhere, the kind of discomfort that makes you hyperaware of every step, every movement.
Read MoreI recently traveled to Vancouver for the 90th anniversary celebration of Alcoholics Anonymous—an amazing and humbling experience. My friend and I stayed about a mile and a half from the convention center. We didn't know that our GPS would take us directly down Hastings Street—Vancouver's notorious epicenter of the opioid crisis.
Read MoreAs the day began on June 14, 2025, we were all heartbroken by the tragic events in Minnesota—the devastating assassination of State Representative Melissa Hortman and her husband Mark, and the shooting of State Senator John Hoffman and his wife Yvette.
Read MoreOn May 17th, we held my mother's Celebration of Life. That same day also marked 22 years since the loss of my daughter, Catherine Rose.
Read MoreI never expected to experience such a profound teaching moment at my water aerobics class.
Read MoreIn these turbulent times, I've been noticing a collective exhaustion from the social drama swirling around us. Are you feeling it too?
Read MoreMy mother, Catherine Marie Rondenet, passed away on January 20, in her home. She was 90 years old.
Read MoreAs we approach the end of 2024, with Christmas lights twinkling around us and the winter solstice on the horizon, there's an undeniable pull to look within.
Read MoreIn a world that feels increasingly divided, many of us are struggling to find harmony within ourselves.
Read MoreI've had a very difficult couple of weeks, challenged by the question: How do we find acceptance in a situation where we don’t like the outcome?
Read MoreOn July 17, I had hip replacement surgery. As they wheeled me into the operating room, I found myself talking to my old hip, honoring all that it has given me up to this moment.
Read MoreAs I prepare for my upcoming hip replacement next week, I've spent a lot of time connecting with my breath and reflecting on the deeper meaning of this experience.
Read MoreLife has a way of guiding us to the lessons we need, often in the most unexpected moments. Recently, while babysitting a seventeen-month-old boy, I was reminded of this.
Read MoreOn May 18, 2003, I experienced profound grief following the loss of my daughter, Catherine Rose. Despite my flawless pregnancy, fate had other plans for me.
Read MoreI’m going to ask you to take a deep dive into something a bit odd. The first week in March, I was visiting Virginia Beach, and two whales beached and died right down the shoreline from me.
Read MoreEvery breath carries a symphony of existence. It's not just oxygen that fills our lungs, but a profound connection to our souls, our collective consciousness, and the very essence of life itself.
Read MoreHere we are, in 2024, and so many people continue to crave connection and community. What a wonderful opportunity to turn to the practical wisdom of whales!
Read MoreIn August, a friend of our family, Buddy, passed away suddenly. That, plus the fact that my mom’s Alzheimer’s is getting worse, has made me think a lot about change and the new spaces we fill as we grieve
Read MoreThis week, my Aunt Bette passed away, just a month after celebrating her ninety-seventh birthday.
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