Welcome to My Mama Said

Sometimes strength looks like surviving something enormous. Sometimes it looks like being able to laugh when life is completely absurd. I can still hear my mother’s voice when I’m cooking...

We may have misunderstood what it means to be unbreakable. We tend to think it means untouched. Unhurt. Unchanged. But perhaps we have been defining it wrong. We often picture...

Healing does not always mean forgetting, forgiving, or pretending it no longer hurts. Sometimes it simply means deciding that what happened to you no longer gets to decide how you live.

At 63, I’m still changing, still learning, and still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe that isn’t failure. Maybe that’s becoming.

Ever feel overwhelmed… even when you know you have so much to be grateful for? You’re not alone—and you’re not doing it wrong.

Not everything is yours to carry.
You are allowed to set things down.

Social media has quietly turned many of us into comparison addicts. We scroll past filtered photos, highlight reels, and perfectly edited moments that make life look effortless for everyone else....

I’m learning that not every thought deserves my attention.

If love had less pressure, would it feel more real?

The confetti has settled.
Motivation wobbled.
And that doesn’t mean you failed.

Maybe the problem isn’t willpower — it’s expectation.

What if this year only asked for one thing at a time?

We’ve assigned the New Year this mythic “clean slate.” A perfect moment when we’ll finally do the things we’ve been putting off. After the holidays. When I have more time. Someday. But constantly pushing our needs and desires into the future keeps us stuck in waiting mode—and waiting is not the same as living.

There’s a moment — and it happens to all of us — when we hear ourselves say something and instantly freeze. Not because it’s wrong…But because it’s our mother’s voice...