“Teen removed from your household,” the subject line in the email startled me, an involuntary gasp coming from my lips, loud enough to be...

Know, dear child, you cannot go back, because once you remember who you are, the Truth of who you are, there is no going back.

And since when did I give myself permission to slide into hopelessness, so much so that every time I put another cookie in my mouth I’m sayi

There is a lot of talk about empathy and compassion. But what does all of that really mean, in practical terms?

A gentle, practical way to move towards self-compassion.