It is a path to your true heart. It is an intentional expression of your soul. It is a way to find solace. It is looking for hope. It is a way of doing something when you don’t know what else to do.In 1889, Vincent Van Gogh checked himself into a psychiatric hospital....

I just spent some time alone with myself and Covid, so I have a renewed sense of how isolation can aggravate mental health. It’s hard to struggle with your mental health and even harder to actually talk about it. When you notice there are changes in the way you are...

Mine taught me how not to throw like a girl. He taught me how to jab, jab, jab with my left, then hook with my right. He taught me how to drive a stick and stand up for myself. I learned how to cuss, drink beer and enjoy the opera from him. And I learned how to be...

I watched my first child born through the lens of the midwife's glasses. Theodorah asked me if I wanted a mirror to see the birth but it was so beautiful watching it through her eyes. Somehow we expect or hope or imagine that a mother sees us in all of our goodness...

But will it? Do things really work out? Will every manner of thing be made well, dear Julian of Norwich? Are you sure? Because I was banking on it. I built my life around it. When things crumble, deep diving into a faith that says all is unfolding just as it is...

March is a season of birth day and death day anniversaries for me. This is the month a precious daughter came into our life and the same month my mom left this life. The process of giving birth and dying are eerily similar. There are stages of labor and stages of...