After DC, I rode in the car with another friend, and we started talking about our children. I want to share about my daughter, Gracie. When I left my home last year in July, I was in a terrible state—mentally, physically, emotionally, and financially. But looking back, I realise that as much as I was…
Category: At Home in My Body
This space is about learning to live gently inside your own skin — without apology, without war. It’s for the slow, often uncomfortable work of seeing your body as home again. The softness, the scars, the weight, the stories — all of it belongs.