During martial arts class, one of the dojo instructors paused to explain how energy—Chi—can be used to exert force, redirect momentum, and stabilize the body. He wasn’t being mystical. He was describing something real, something felt. And I realized: he was confirming what I’ve known through Reik...
It Started With a Windy Afternoon in St. Petersburg
I met my son when he was 11 months old, bundled in layers inside a quiet orphanage in St. Petersburg, Russia. He had spent the first part of his life in institutional care—no toys, no family, no wind on his face. And yet, when I brought him hom...
“You’ve gone full Rapunzel,” my friend teased, half-laughing, half-concerned. “Are you ever coming down from that tower?”
She meant it playfully, but the image stuck. A woman in a tower, wrapped in quiet, choosing solitude not as punishment—but as medicine. For me, stillness has been a way to re...
I saw a TikTok yesterday. A woman stood in front of her bathroom mirror, mascara smudged, holding a sticky note that read: “I am still worthy.” She whispered it like a secret. The caption said: “Day 37 of loving myself after betrayal.” It had 2.3 million views.
There’s a whole genre of these now...
