Living present over perfect with purpose I braced my hands against the counter, making a scattered mess with the veggies I was chopping. I let them spill over the counter in front of…

When Anxiety Comes It came like a guest regretfully invited to the holiday party – loud and obnoxiously present. Though it hasn’t come around in a few years, it decided to make its…

I grew up with people rarely coming over to the house. Picking up the mess in the midst of busy schedules was a hard feat to tackle. Our small home became a target…