Pillars

The first time I got lip filler was in December 2022. I had been thinking about it for a long time—but between the cost and the courage it takes to actually go through with it, it stayed in the “maybe someday” category. I’m lucky to have a friend in town who’s a Nurse Practitioner and now works in medical aesthetics. So not only do I trust her… I also know where she lives if anything goes wrong. 😉 But truly—trust matters. For me, that’s the whole thing. There are too many ho

July 4, 2025 Road Race I call Pillar IV: Motherhood in the Middle. Where I’m caffeinated, moisturized, and one parenting decision away from a meltdown. Yep, that’s Pillar IV alright. My kids are older now. The baby years are behind me, and I’m in the wild space between “Mom, I need you” and “Mom, please don’t talk to me in public.” - I once heard it described as “the jungle years”. Being a mom to a teenager and a 10 year old is weird. They don’t need you the way they used

He’s off. My teenager — my actual baby who was just a wide as he was tall, who was playing with plastic dinosaurs like yesterday — is at sleepaway camp. This isn’t his first year away, but this year just felt differently. I’m proud. I’m excited for him. But I also may have cried in the car… and at Orange Theory… and while folding his socks 😭😭😭 Tears of joy for his growth and independence. Tears of love and the emotional gut-punch of letting go. Tell me: What absurd or real

This flare-up has been a rough one. Different than others. Way more fatigue, not as much pain. More pins + needles. Less sleep. Fibromyalgia is weird! Sleep? Not really happening. Focus? LOL. Nervous system? Over it. (Buck Moon, are you done yet?? ) But even with the fatigue and brain fog, I’ve stayed with myself. Rest hasn’t looked like deep sleep — it’s looked like softness (there’s that word again). Slowness. Listening. Here’s how I’ve been caring for my flare-up body: Pa

Body, Beauty & Becoming 💄🏋️‍♀️ aka: Growing up, glowing up, and showing up — with SPF this time. This body has been through it. Addiction. Trauma. Illness. Aging. Insecurity. Years of disordered eating and body shame. I’ve lived it, survived it — worn it all. And now, at almost 49, I’m learning to love this body anyway. Not because it’s flawless. But because it’s mine. It’s carried me through things I never thought I’d survive — and it’s still becoming. I’m not a beauty ex

I haven’t worked out in two weeks. I’ve been traveling, grieving, emotionally drained, and deeply tired. The kind of tired that pulls you back toward the bed instead of forward toward the reformer. But today, I got dressed. Not for anyone. Not for Instagram. Not even for the workout. I put on a cute outfit — one I love from @juststrong and @crzyoga_us . And I looked in the mirror and thought: Okay. I like this version of me. It wasn’t the outfit that got me to Pilates. It w

The Sooo Human “pillars” are how I organize the chaos. They’re the themes that keep showing up in my life.