It is mind-bending how one word has intense, widespread meaning. Words have always mattered to me. Whether written or spoken, the words we choose can heal, harm, or hurt.

A light, brief, and unfamiliar twinge tickled my belly. The first few times, I thought I’d imagined this fluttering sensation. As the months passed, I understood this was the movement of life growing inside of me.

A few days ago, I took photos of the orchids blooming in my backyard. Whenever I look at these artful flowers, it brings me back to an unforgettable weekend.

None of us know what tomorrow will bring. We are living in an unsettling, unprecedented time. And it is triggering intense feelings for all of us.

I feel grounded when connecting with nature. Whenever I travel, or even walk in my neighborhood, I often take brief videos of a moment that speaks to me. Then I share it with others. I have been doing this for decades.

It started with baking soda. I was a momma on a mission. And I couldn’t find it. Anywhere.