Finding My Rhythm: Healing, Leading, Becoming

It wasn’t loud.It wasn’t violent.There was no screaming, no door slamming, no dramatic finale. And yet, it was the moment something in me broke. My eldest daughter was headed off for a “spa day” with my mother-in-law. I tried, as I always did, to smile and be agreeable. I tried…

They asked to meet with us—my husband and me.Something important, they said. So we drove over to their house, took our seats in their home office, and listened. They were updating their will.The beautiful mountain cabin—the one that had cradled countless holidays and snow-covered memories with our kids—was going to…

There was always an unease in my chest—a tightness that never really loosened—especially when her name appeared on my phone. My mother-in-law. It was never really a question when she called. It was a command: Come over. Bring the children. No please. No consideration. Just the expectation that we would…

It’s hard to explain the exact moment you stop feeling like a person in your own story. It doesn’t happen all at once. It’s slow—quiet. Like water wearing down stone. My husband was bright, ambitious, and driven. He was climbing the ladder, always reaching for the next rung. My career,…