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I was in the shower when a memory popped up out of nowhere. I was in fifth grade. My aunt was driving me to school that morning. We pulled up to an intersection, and she fell asleep at the wheel. I shook her awake. She opened her eyes slowly and said, “I’m sorry, I’m still
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In January of 2021, I started Beth’s Botanicals. I’ve always had a passion for herbal medicine and loved making my own homemade remedies for family and friends. It wasn’t until my sister said, “You should sell your products,” that the seed was planted. That little nudge turned into something much bigger. Soon after, Beth’s Botanicals
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Healing is messy, nonlinear, and full of setbacks. Curiosity acts as a bridge between acceptance and surrender, allowing you to explore your inner world without judgment or resistance. I talk more about that in my previous blog post here Instead of reacting automatically, curiosity encourages you to observe, question, and understand your patterns, emotions, and
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The Day I Surrendered December 28, 2020 I finally surrendered. I was defeated. I felt stuck, vulnerable, and scared. That day, I wrote in my journal: “I am feeling restless, like I need something to satiate my hunger for a sign—for anything to provide direction. I’m impatient. I’m lonely. It’s quiet. But yet I don’t
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A Turning Point In November of 2020, I escaped to McCall, Idaho—a quaint mountain town surrounded by pine trees and silence. I had just experienced a painful breakup with my first relationship since my divorce, and the pain in my chest felt unbearable. I needed solitude. I needed answers. As I reflected on that relationship,
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The violence continued. While my aunt was in prison (more on that story here), I took care of the two cats she left behind. One of them wasn’t doing well, and eventually, it crossed the rainbow bridge. I was heartbroken, but then my father told me he was going to get me a new kitten.
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My grandfather noticed something was missing from the barn—his antique electric fencer. He asked if I would go down to the trailer and see if my dad had taken it. The short walk from my grandparents’ house to the trailer felt longer than it was. I dreaded every step. I never knew what kind of
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Growing up in Meridian, Idaho, during the 90s, my father was well known by the police department and is instantly recognizable by his thick, dark hair and the biggest permed mullet in town. His signature look included a full beard and a cigarette in hand. He loved laughing at his own jokes and flirted shamelessly
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Reclaiming the Self After Maternal Abandonment Every year as my children grow, I’m reminded of the girl I once was. Having two children and a bonus daughter has given me the deepest mirror into my own soul. Through them, I’ve been forced to meet parts of myself I had long buried. Watching my daughter—now 11—move
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I was searching through my journals to find the exact date that I met my mother again in Washington. To my surprise, it was exactly 24 years ago today as I write this post—July 5th, 2001. Crazy timing and alignment. How apropos. July 5th, 2001 That morning, after showering, I found a silver dolphin necklace