September has always belonged to love for me. There is something about this month that feels familiar before it even arrives. The slight shift in the air as summer begins to loosen its grip. The first thought of knitted sweaters and evenings that arrive a little earlier. The quiet knowing that another season is preparing…

There are birthdays, and then there are years that ask something different of you. Today, I turn forty-five. For the first time in a long time, I’m not focused on what I hope happens. I’m paying attention to who I’m becoming. I’m paying attention to who I Am. Nurturing others ran wild for years…loving deeply,…

The jacuzzi arrived. Still in the box. Still waiting to be put together. And somehow, I have already used it a hundred times in my mind. I can see it. The steam rising into the cool evening air. Music is playing low. A deep exhale. My shoulders, relaxed…My thoughts on this feel good. And maybe…

By Trina Trammell I didn’t plan to write this today, but something in me feels ready to be honest.Lately, life has felt quieter in a way I didn’t expect. Not empty… just softer.Like I’ve stepped out of a version of myself that was always bracing, always holding, always preparing for what could go wrong.There was…