photo of a young graduate alongside a photo of little girl

Our son, Garrett, graduated at the beginning of May. I’ve also been doing some work healing my inner child, who has been so sad and terrified that no one would love her, after being put up for adoption at 5 years old. I discovered her asleep in my belly while doing a morning meditation, completely unexpected, but wonderfully surprising. Since then, I’ve actively been giving her space to grieve and time to be heard, to release the hurt we’ve been carrying for decades. On the day of Garrett’s graduation, May 2, 2025, I spoke with her directly and showed her the wonderful life we have.Read More →

Sitting in my kitchen one morning, I decided to make a little video to share the love from within my heart to help soothe the hearts of others. In a world determined to scare us into submission, showing up to shine is not only an act of defiance but an example of love and devotion.Read More →

On February 8, 2025, our mom, Carol Roberson, passed away at the age of 84. She was born in Oil City, Pennsylvania, on October 20, 1940. After a quick downturn due to dementia, she died quietly and peacefully on February 8, 2025. Our Dad, Dick Roberson, passed away in 2019. They were married for 59 years, and we’re grateful they are together again.  Our parents adopted us in 1975. Our family started in Clovis but moved to Madera Ranchos. In the winters, our folks took us to Yosemite for snow skiing, and for many summers, we spent weeks camping at Lake Almanor, looking up at Mt.Read More →

I was standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day, when a robin flew into the window. The first time, it startled me, but the bird continued, attempting to fly into the closed window, then settling back onto the branch of our maple tree. I tried to shoo it away, but it refused to give up. I went for a walk with my son, Garrett, and when we got home an hour later, it was still at it. Eventually, Robin decided to give up the day, but it was right back the following day, flying into the window again. BeingRead More →