Healing Through Mindfulness and Words

Writing from the middle of an unfinished story. This week, I got to spend a few days with someone who has been an important part of my life. A year had passed since we’d last seen each other, and somewhere in the quiet space between then and now, we’d both become different versions of ourselves. I’ve realized we spend so much of our lives trying to figure out what a moment means that we forget to simply experience it. Normally, I write from the other side of things. After I’v

Right now, I feel like I’m running out of time. My mother is gone. My father is 63. I am unmarried, no prospects, no children. And yet,...

My mom passed away at 50. As I near 29, the thought strikes me: if I only live as long as she did, then more than half my life has...