Welcome to this little corner of the internet — my place for noticing, reflecting, and sharing.

You’ll find a mix of things here:

Sometimes a polished essay, words shaped carefully like sea glass smoothed by the tide.

Sometimes fragments — raw and imperfect, like notes scribbled on the back of an envelope.

Sometimes just a list of moments, small snapshots of grace in the middle of everyday life.

Why the variety? Because life itself is like that. Messy and beautiful, painful and hopeful, ordinary and extraordinary — all at once. I don’t believe in chasing perfect here. I believe in showing up with what is.

This blog is where I hold onto the glimpses of grace that appear in the middle of chaos: a blooming flower, a ferry in the distance, a kind word from a stranger. It’s also where I’ll share honestly about the hard parts — the stiffness, the ache, the tremors, the messiness of being human.

I call it perfectly imperfect. Because I think that’s where the most beauty lives.

So, however you arrive here - whether you’re someone living with Parkinson’s, a loved one, or just a fellow traveler — welcome. Pull up a chair, grab a cup of coffee, and sit with me for a while. Let’s notice the grace together.