11/27/2025
Thanksgiving has always felt like home to me—stripped down, simple, rooted in presence over presents.
So much of that comes from my mom. The way she hums along to Joni Mitchell, times the turkey, sets out appetizers while enforcing her “kitchen is closed” rule so she can actually enjoy a glass of wine with us.
She moves through it all with quiet confidence, making magic look effortless.
As a mom myself, I’ve learned something important: my kids need to see me protect what I love. Not for show, but so they learn that joy is sacred—and that their own passions matter too.
Divorce disrupted so many traditions. Thanksgiving is one holiday I refused to let grief steal from me. Even if it looked different. Even if the kids weren’t with me every year. I decided I would still claim it, still love it, still create new rhythms—alone, with my children, or with whoever life gathered around me.
I hope to offer you that same permission.
You are allowed to protect what brings you joy.
You are allowed to create new traditions.
You are allowed to carry forward what feels good and release what doesn’t.
Thanksgiving doesn’t ask for perfection. It simply invites us to notice what’s still good, what’s still growing, and what still brings us back to ourselves.
Thank you for being here. I’m deeply grateful for your shared stories of courage and your willingness to rebuild a life that honors who you’re becoming.
Wishing you a Thanksgiving filled with gentleness, warmth, and one moment of joy you allow yourself to fully claim. 🤍