Most Mondays I do a meet me Monday I try to make this space uplifting—a place for current events, fresh perspectives, and stories that celebrate women. I never want this blog to feel heavy or like somewhere you avoid because the subject matter feels too uncomfortable. And yet, this is also my blog. It has to reflect …
There’s something strange about this last half week of the year — part of it still belongs to 2025, and part of it already lives in 2026. It feels like standing in a doorway, looking back at what I survived and forward at what I’m choosing next. And there is so much I am ready to leave behind. I’m leaving self-doubt i…
In a little over a year and change I will turn 50. I am not a healthy person, and I am acutely aware that my vision will continue to go. Lately, time feels like the opening credits of Days of Our Lives —that hourglass I watched on my grandma’s tiny kitchen table TV, the sand slipping through grain by grain. I know t…
Today, my Nana would have been 95 years old, and to say our family looks the same as it once did would be far from the truth. Nana wasn’t just my grandmother — she was my best friend, a second mom, and the strongest, most remarkable woman I’ve ever known. I am so much like her: opinionated, loud, passionate. What peop…
December 11, 2025
A Life Built on Showing Up: Nikki’s Unshakable Commitment to Children and Communit
In a world where many people talk about helping others, Nikki is a woman who simply does it. She shows up on the hard days, the long days, the days when she is tired, scared, or unsure if she is enough. She shows up because she knows that if she doesn’t, no one else will. For nearly three decades, she and her husband …
Last weekend, I had the chance to review the Inn at the Market, nestled right in the heart of Seattle’s iconic Pike Place Market. What unfolded over those two days with my boys was nothing short of festive, comforting, and deeply memorable—an experience wrapped up in the glow of the holidays and the kindness of people…
A new week is just around the corner, and as I pause to catch my breath, I can’t help but reflect on what a whirlwind the last one was. It feels like December has a way of sweeping us off our feet—between the twinkle of lights, the busyness of our calendars, and the small moments of magic that somehow manage to tuck …