Safe place

It's a common feeling, isn't it? That internal tug-of-war where you're trying to make space for your own life, your own needs, and your own identity, only to find that someone else's presence or demands are taking up all the room. We all crave connection, but true connection requires mutual consideration—a genuine understanding that others have their own "stuff" they need to carry, too. The Burden of Emotional Immaturity The struggle often stems from a place of emotional imma

”Re-enacting” my motorcycle accident The year was 1989 , and I was a junior at a Christian International boarding school in Taiwan . Our school sat in the country, surrounded by rice paddies, the air thick with dampness and the sound of cicadas. One night, crossing the dark street in front of the school with a friend, my world went from ordinary to chaotic in an instant. One moment I was walking; the next, I was opening my eyes after blacking out on the rough pavement on the

We all carry "baggage"—stress, unresolved conflicts, or pent-up emotions—that, left unchecked, create a psychological mess. The need to cleanse ourselves, to purge what is toxic, is a fundamental human drive. But what happens when you desperately need that emotional release, yet all your avenues for processing feel contaminated, inadequate, or compromised? It's a chilling modern dilemma: the urgent need for a clean slate, and the utter frustration of finding no clean tools fo

There are people in our lives who act as anchors, steady points of light that guide us through our storms. They are the ones who offer a brand of unconditional love  so pure it feels like a physical gift. For me, that person was my grandmother, my beloved Mimi . She was more than just a grandmother; she was like a second mother, an essential piece of my foundation. Mimi was a child of the Depression, and the lessons of those lean years shaped her into one of the most generous