Wrapping Up TV Episodes, Abandoning My Notebook, and Realizing My Voice Matters More Than The Packaging

Rescuing Puppies, Interviewing Companies, and Remembering Why Love is Plan B and Purpose is Plan A.

Then I looked outside. Gray. Heavy. The kind of sky that sits right on your shoulders. Oh, right. The angels are out.

Confessions from a Sweat-Phobe and the Unexpected Way Silence Fuels My Biggest Breakthroughs