Perfectionism is poison to your dreams.

There's a hummingbird that stops by in the mornings to check on the flowers.

I slowed to a stop before turning right, driving along the riverside toward the highway. It was mid-...

Some days unfold, others unravel. I wasn't sure which this one would be.

I was sitting at a table by the window.

I was sitting at my kitchen counter this morning. Like most Mondays, I’d scanned my inbox with a cup...

6 months ago, I started a podcast. Today it crossed 5k downloads.

Over the last year and a half, I've settled into the rhythm of creating, editing, and publishing my ...

Sometimes I wish I was one of those people who didn’t give a shit. Life would be easier. But nope, I...