A Sign at My Door On March 4, 2024—just two months after my father died —a pigeon came to my door. But this wasn’t an ordinary bird. It didn’t startle when I approached. It looked at me—really looked at me. It let me come close,...
A few days ago, while crossing a street in Galveston on a brief out of town excursion, I saw a beautiful exotic bird on the side of the road. It was barely alive—its wings flinching, legs trembling, trying to rise. I paused for a moment,...
When Holding It All Becomes Too Much I’ve spent a lot of my life holding things together—for others, for my clients, for my family. But the truth is, I don’t always have it together. This season has brought up grief, fear, love, old wounds, and...
Caregiving is often born from love, loyalty, and a deep sense of responsibility. But when that care becomes compulsive, all-consuming, or rooted in identity rather than connection, it may cross into codependency. Understanding the distinction can help caregivers reconnect with their own needs and create...