From time to time, I’ll be sharing stories from my travels. They will be a collection of “postcards” from the road. Unlike my other work, these posts will not be essays. Rather, they will be un-edited on-the-go reflections made while staring out car windows, waiting in airport terminals, or enjoying a meal of new and exciting flavors. I hope you enjoy this slight detour in our journey together!
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Food Is My Love Language
I love me a good food metaphor. Seriously! They speak to my soul and my stomach. For better or worse, emotional eating is my first and favorite form of therapy. Growing up in a family that celebrated wins and losses with food, emotional eating was our love language (and still is to some degree).
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If My Mom We’re Still Here, I’d Want Her To Know I’m Okay
As much as we believe we cannot endure, we do. It can be hard to get back up, but get back up we do. The challenges we experience in life don’t have to remain heavy or oppressive. They can be the foundation on which we build our resilience, tenacity, and unwillingness to sit in the shadows of our sorrow or pain.
