I reflected on my walk this morning on what was happening here two years ago on this day—the Friday after Father’s Day—the day in my mind that will always signify the day Joe died. (It was June 26th, and today is June 24.) I was thinking about how he unintentionally woke me early that morning with a startle. Leaning over…
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We don’t even know how strong we are until we’re forced to bring that hidden strength forward. Isabel Allende May and June. So many things about this change of season have become new. These months hold truths I never thought I’d know—and still, a budding flower does keep the promise of an end to winter. The mud, the rain, and…
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“The truth will set you free, but you have to be able to endure the labor pains of birthing it.” -Iyanla Vanzant (Me to my Intuition)Q: Can I trust that everything is happening for me?A: Yes. Knowing the work and doing the work are very different. It’s one thing to know, and another to do. It’s akin to “watching” someone…
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On March 12, 2020, as Joe and I drove off of the beach together for the very last time, we received the email that would be the catalyst for a tough year ahead, to say the least. The email told us that our upcoming show, Forever Vintage Market in Belleville, IL, a show we had done since starting our mobile…
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Mutual friends introduced us. He didn’t know my story, and I didn’t know his. But after only a short time together, we were in deep conversation. I was talking about Joe and said something that made him question where he was. When I said that he’d died by suicide in June of 2020, I think he was taken aback for a…
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