During one of those annual health screening thingys, I once told the nurse who drew my blood that I came from a long line of folks with hypertension and suspected that I was in for it too.

I've had a "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" ear-worm for days now ... or maybe it's been years, really. Thank you, Sir Elton John! And, thank you to my old boss man, Craig.

Don’t force it. This is the advice that my paternal grandfather seemed to apply to nearly every situation with equal weight and effect.

Last Sunday, I had the pleasure of host 25 women at a mini journal workshop preview party. I wanted to thank these women for walking with me through my studies, encouraging me to keep going, and loving me every step of the way.

Sometimes I think the Universe leaves breadcrumbs—if I’m paying attention.