There are certain books I recommend because they give you information, and then there are books I recommend because they challenge the way you see yourself and the world around you. Conversations with God by Neale Donald Walsch is one of those books for me.

One of the supporting structures that has helped me the most recently has been exercise, but not just exercise by itself.

When people first hear the name No Unfinished Business, one of the first assumptions they may make is that the work is centered around grief.

I can’t believe it has already been a year since my mom passed away. In some ways, it feels like it just happened, and in other ways, there is already a strange sense of separation from it.

There are books you read, books you enjoy, and books that become part of the way you live your life. For me, The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz belongs in that last category.

One of my last Valentine’s Days with my mom taught me that even in grief, we have a choice: surrender to the pain or create a memory rooted in love.

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A personal reflection on grief after the holidays, learning to feel pain without drowning in it, finding presence, family, and acceptance after losing a parent, and discovering how healing actually happens.

A week before Christmas, I found myself sitting on the couch, Home Alone playing softly in the background. The house was quiet in that particular way it only gets at night—windows open, cool Florida air moving through the rooms, dogs curled nearby, the world slowed down just enough to feel.